PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Skins vs. Shirts. That was always the game. We always had to wait until the older kids finished their games. Sometimes our games went well into the darkness of the night.
Rick was the tallest of our little gang. If I found myself on Rick’s side I knew we had a decent chance of winning.
I was short but quick. We made a great duo. Mutt and Jeff they called us.
Some nights we played until they turned off the court lights.
Rick was one of the first of our little group to experiment with performance enhancing medicines.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Light was fading fast outside when the terrible thing happened.
“How long was he in the water before you found him.”
“Not more than 15 minutes inspector” answered Erick. “I saw him on my last round.“
“No witnesses I assume?”
“He always swam late at night and always alone. Except last night.”
“Except last night Erick? Who was with him last night.”
“It was a lady. There were lots of laughs and horseplay. Then I heard angry shouts and then silence.”
“Erick, do you think he was having an argument with his wife.”
“Inspector, I know one thing. It wasn’t his wife.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
German class started at 8 a.m. I hated it! The old building seemed an appropriate place to learn this old European guttural language. Even the architecture suggested a dark and troubled time.
It took two years of German classes to receive my degree. It was that or take the equivalent number of hours in mathematics. My instructor for the entire two years was Herr Blumenthal. He stood an unimpressive five foot one, always smoked a pipe, and wore had the same tweed jacket for the entire two years.
My days started with the same words “Guten Morgen Herr James!”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
I know my my time is coming to an end. I can hear him shouting in the distance. Once I escaped I kept quiet as I ran through the tall grass enjoying my first taste of freedom. But nightfall is going to be my downfall. I’ve never been outside after the sun has set. I see the headlights of his car closing in on me. I am ready to return. There he is! I know I have caused a great deal of trouble.
He should have thought about that when he took my leash off.
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
Harry comes in around nine. The regular crowd has been there since eight. Been that way since ’96. Taking his seat at the piano he turns and surveys the crowd. He knows they all have to be back in their coffins by sunrise.
There’s Sara dressed in her finest white gauze and her head topped by a red bandana. Over in the corner is Old John still trying to pick up Sadie. She told him to drop dead ten hears ago. And he did!
The keys on the piano have turned to decayed wood. The sound doesn’t have to carry far.
Photo Credit … Danny James
We walked this beach many times. As little girls we promised to be best friends forever. Then came careers, husbands and children of our own. The walks became less frequent. We compared notes on our life’s progress until the pain from the pancreatic cancer became unbearable. Your daughter’s words still haunt me today. “You better come quick. Mom’s dying.”
Photo Credit === Crispina Kemp
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