A Brackish Death

Photo Credit === Danny James

Their relationship fell apart after three months in the wilderness. She missed the city life. He loved nature and hated the hustle and bustle of the city. The final fight was nasty. More violent than he expected. She put up quite a fight. When she left the city she told her friends she would never return. She was correct.

The brackish waters off the Kenai Fjords in remote Alaska provided the perfect place to dispose of her body.

He watched the final bubbles from her last breaths disappear beneath the water. Her replacement would be difficult to find. But not impossible. He had work to begin his search.

RDP Monday….Brackish.

Last One Standing

This post is written for Friday Fictioneer’s. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He avoided most of the other anniversaries. After ten years things started aging. The heroes of high school footfall games returned from wars damaged both physically and mentally. Their minds numbed by what they had witnessed. The destruction of an entire country happened before their glazed eyes. For the vulnerable, and there were many, their sanity ended there. 

Scanning the gymnasium he could recognize one or two. They had started to crumble. Some were  bent over, a shell of their former self. Others folded into their wheelchairs. His former heroes lay like Roman ruins.  

Wasted Time

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

A little girl in a pink pinafore dress.

Her parents dreamed of nothing less.

Years spent in fruitless quest.

It was all worth while they said when pressed.

Time zipped by at record speed.

No, she was a special breed.

She never considered any wedding vows.

She said her lines, she took her bows.

A star was to be her fate.

Now she lives behind a rusted gate.

Hardscramble

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

I remember watching my grandfather squatting in front of the black and white television in his bid overalls ranting at all the political candidates .

Together with his brothers they dug a basement and then moved his home over it. My Uncle Luther ran his tractor into the basement wall.

I followed behind him and his tractor picking up rocks so the field could be planted next season. He couldn’t afford the cost of burying of any family member. I heard stories of family members being buried under those rocks.

I’m still superstitious about homes build with rocks.

451

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words of less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“What’s going on?” Roger asked. Rarely had he seen so many people crammed into the town’s library. Looking around he noticed people who he knew for a fact had never been a library in their entire life.

“Cindy called a meeting to discuss our current inventory of books,” replied Brenda, the school librarian since 1962. She claims there are books our kids would find offensive.

“What kind of books,” said Roger.

“The ones that talk about gender identify, the LGBTQ books, enslavement, sex and religion.”

Roger looked in horror as Cindy picked up a can of kerosene.

He Started to Smell

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

That’s why I had to get rid of him. The abandon trailer was soiled and reeked of mold and rotting food. He showed up smelling of booze and cigarettes. I shared what little I had with him. I discovered he had no money. The question than came as to how to get rid of him. The butcher knife needed cleaning anyway. Every day after that I had to step over him to get to my truck. His body fit perfectly in my large tool box on the truck. The desert never gives up its dead. They just rot away.

Table For One

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“How many in your party sir?“

“Just myself tonight.”

“The name on the reservation?”

“I don’t have one. Just arrived in town.”

“Appears to be around a twenty minute wait sir.”

“Perhaps I could have one of those empty tables behind you?

“Sorry sir, those are all reserved.”

While waiting I glanced at my black face in the gold framed mirror in the waiting area and wondered.

Pea Shooter

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The pea hit me in the back of my neck. Turning around, I always sat in the front, I saw Kent smiling with his hands folded on his desk with an innocent smug smile on his ugly mug. Ignoring him I turned around and tried to focus on what Mr. Baldwin, whose thick black glasses were always sliding down his large nose, was saying about personal hygiene. Almost all of us hated health class.

Another pea whizzed by my ear and landed on the floor in front of Mr. Baldwin. Picking up the pea Mr. Baldwin motioned me forward.

Nevis to Boston

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris

He’s come a long way since leaving this picturesque island of Nevis. The horrors of the enslavement of the natives will never entirely fade away. Even in his new country he will be surrounded by an enslaved population. But this time they will be his. This time he will be the master. Little did he realize what a history he would create in his new world. An acceptance into King’s College; a hero of the Revolutionary War; author of the Federalist Papers; involved in a famous dueling battle; and first Secretary of the Treasury.

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