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Terror in the Synagogue   21 comments

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

His carving could wait. Irving was late for service. Entering the parking lot he heard gunshots.

Rushing into the building he saw David and Cecil face down inside the entrance. The brothers were always first to meet worshipers when they arrived. Twenty feet in front of the brothers was Rosie. “Rosie, Rosie, 97 years young sure to make 101” was the familiar chant that we sang to her. This can’t be happening. To his right were Bernice and Sylvan. They were married in this same synagogue 60 years ago.

Another shot rang out. Irvin never heard it.

 

Cover My Tracks. Please.   23 comments

This  post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

The snow was unexpected. It was not in the weather forecast. The yard was like a large whiteboard waiting for the artist. The snow presented a problem.

Sara’s husband Richard worked third shift at the factory. Normally Peter could spend the night and leave with no trace early in the next morning. The affair had been going on for some time. He had become comfortable with the arrangement. He would arrive around eleven thirty at night and leave around five in the morning. Plenty of time to enjoy the company of Sara and leave no trace behind.

Normally!

 

James Tower For Sale   25 comments

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. 

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PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

The great James Tower, located at 1 Lake Front Drive, in Homosassa Florida, is  a 4-story, mixed-use Skyscraper that just came on the market.  James  Tower served as the headquarters for the James Gang. Additionally, it housed the penthouse  condominium residence of the building’s namesake and developer, Rusty James, who was a real estate businessman and part time thief when the tower was developed. Several members of the James family also live, or have resided, in the building. The tower stands on a plot where the Crab Shack  was formerly located.

Make America Great Again: Buy James Tower!

 

 

 

 

 

The Walnut Tree Killed Him   14 comments

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sound of the angry buzzsaw could be heard a mile away. The old black walnut tree had graced our horse farm for two generations of the Horton family. Little did we know that once we decided to raise horses, at our daughter’s repeated vocal requests, the tree was doomed.

Hank, our first horse, started to show signs of laminitis. His lower legs began to swell and he was reluctant to move. If we asked him to move he would rock forward and backward and lose his balance.

The black walnut tree killed him.

 

 

 

 

 

Posted January 31, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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What in The Hell Were We Thinking   6 comments

This post is submitted to Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge.

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© Eric Wicklund

He did the math in his head. It was just over 60 years ago that he carrier her over the threshold in an overpriced semi-clean motel in San Mateo, California.

Then their respective careers took off resulting in them being transferred numerous times. After retiring they spent a good part of each year traveling abroad.  A dozen years ago they had travelled to China. She was past 70 then and still feisty and lovely in her own way.

Now her memory is failing. Her once beautiful dark hair is now nothing but white wisps. She can’t walk, and can’t stand up without help. Every little move can result in another fall and the possibility of more broken bones. She sleeps most of the day. Now she seems halfway gone mentally.

Modern medicine has kept her alive despite the fact she has expressed her desire to die. She is surrounded by teams of  doctors and nurses, medical students, respiratory therapists and countless other health care providers. She is too weak, and too meek to protest.

My fear is someday we will look back and say: “What in the hell were we thinking?”

Fair disaster: Cause of ride malfunction revealed   23 comments

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Tim had been a state safety inspector for over ten years.

The Fireball ride was one of the most popular at the state fair. The fair was scheduled to open tomorrow. His safety checklist included inspecting the gondola support beams, looking for cracks in the structure, checking the lap bar parts among other items.

Running through his check list he realized he would not be able to check off all the boxes on his list. As he signed his final report he noticed some corrosion on one of the support beams. Next time he said to himself.

Posted January 17, 2018 by Danny James in Friday Fictioneers

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Tazo or Bigelow   Leave a comment

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner.

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She sits by the fire with her little cup of tea. The cup itself is all that remains of a set of twenty four that her grandmother gave her as a wedding present over sixty years ago. The other twenty three being destroyed when the tea rack holding them to the dining room wall suddenly gave way a few years ago during some major renovations to their home.

Tea is how she killed her husband. At first she thought it would be difficult to obtain the poison but it really wasn’t. She knew it would take time. She was not in a hurry. He had been bed ridden for six months now.

She took some amusement in choosing which tea to serve him each night. One night she would have him drink Tazo tea. She told him it would be both calming and energizing. The next night it was Twinings Lemon and Ginger. The final few nights of their nightly teas together she served him Bigelow Cozy Chamomile which was advertised to help you to fall asleep. It worked.

Tonight she is having Yogi Soothing Caramel Bedtime Tea. It helps her forget.

 

 

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