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The Memento

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Memento 

He kept it? After all these years? Yes, it’s unmistakable. On that shelf.

In the glass I see us again: Magic colors in the night sky, white steps that crack and crunch, snowflakes melting in our warm breath. 

Oh, the wonderful power of memories, stored anywhere, hidden in plain sight, wrapped mysteriously around innocuous things—a sound; a color; a tower of silica sand, molten, cooled, frozen in time. 

I lift the memento, cautiously, trying not to tremble. “This looks special.” 

“Isn’t it pretty?” He shrugged. “I can’t for the life of me remember where I got it.”

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Seeing Red

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks

Seeing Red

“You wanna ride that?” Mercy shuddered.

Dean squared his shoulders. “Definitely.” 

He and Rusty had discussed it the night before. “If you don’t ride The Lightening Bolt, she’ll think you’re a coward,” Rusty had insisted, spiking his red hair with his fingers. 

“Suit yourself,” Mercy shrugged. “Rollercoasters terrify me.”

She’ll be so impressed, Dean thought, waiting his turn. The line moved more like a lethargic slug than lightening. 

After the ride, Dean rushed through the gate.

“Did you see me? Hey, Mercy?”

“Lookin’ for that cute blond?” A ride worker asked. “Saw her headin’ thata way with some redheaded feller.”

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The Perfect Pie

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Perfect Pie

For the most part, Granny was a terrible baker. Her cookies were charcoal-edged and her biscuits kept the dogs busier than marrow bones. But her pies? Perfection. 

I’d follow my nose to the kitchen where the counter was sprinkled with flour, fruit scraps and dirty utensils. I complimented and coaxed, poked furtively in cabinets looking for recipes. No luck. 

Years later she neared the end. “It’s my last chance to ask. What’s your pie secret?”

Granny leaned closer. “I make every one from scratch.” She giggled. “Then I pitch it and buy another, ready-to-bake, from Pie in the Sky. Perfection!”

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Finding Happiness

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Finding Happiness

“This is your atelier?” Amy gasped. “It’s stunning!” 

Priscilla grasped the chilly railing. Beautiful, she thought, but lonely. 

“Remarkable!”

And unrelateable, Priscilla swallowed hard. 

“Breathtaking!”

And so distant.

A different Priscilla’s words hijacked her thoughts—Happiness is like a crystal… She chuckled. “There are some downsides, but it’s my treasure.”

Priscilla Leonard’s poem Happiness was on my mind this morning, so I worked it in!

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Treetop Memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Treetop Memories

“Can’t we just build regular cabins, Father?”

“Ah, my son, why do tourists come here?”

“To explore ruins, visit the acropolis, see the Chimera, walk by the sea—”

“They want experiences, memories, adventure!” 

“Maybe… I think people like to be comfortable…and safe.” 

“Tsk. Everyone sleeps on ground. Those who come to my pension hope to sleep in treetops with birds! They want snug nests, sunlight sprinkled on leaves, wind in hair. Build these, and birds will fly to us from all over the world!”

“Won’t the tourist sites be enough?”

“Certainly not! They will best remember the treetop!”

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Across the Generations

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Across the Generations

“I WON’T sleep! Never. Not without DEAR Mr. Bear.” Penny dropped her flushed cheek against the rough quilt and wailed.

“We forgot to pack him, hun. You’ll have to manage.”

“I WANTED to go back. He’ll NEVER forgive me! Oh, Mr. BEAR.”

Mother’s lips danced and she quickly looked away. 

Grandma’s silhouette filled the doorway. “Like mother, like daughter.” 

“Hmmm.” Mother stood and poked her head into the closet. 

“Mr. Rabbit has sat here alone for 20 years, Pen.”

“Whoaaaaa. That’s forEVER.” She exhaled loudly. ”Okay. I’ll take him.”

“You’re a trooper.” Mother kissed Penny’s cheek. “You, too, Mr. Rabbit.”

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A Past Time

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

It’s been so many years. Will he even recognize me? 

Pretending to yawn and stretch, Andie peered over each shoulder. The coast was clear. She knelt on the withered grass. I won’t knock, she reasoned, just take a closer look. The door seemed smaller now that she’d quadrupled in age and size. Leave childhood memories where they belong, the grownup voice nagged: In your imagination. 

But Andie’s hand shot forward unbidden, armed with the secret knock. Tappitty, tap. Tap.

As the door opened, an unfamiliar face appeared. “Who are—?” Then he gasped. “Where’s Daniel? What have you done with him?”

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Empty Store

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The store was empty. Why did Marcie feel like she was being watched? 

She heard an even rasp. Shuffling? And heavy breathing? She tried not to panic. A man slunk through the storage room doorway, a gun in hand, a twisted smile on his pocked face. How—? She stumbled backward. The man opened his mouth. “Marcie.”

“Marcie? Hey, Marce. You doze off?” Steve’s face appeared through the fog. “I’m leaving early, remember. You’re okay closing up, right? Big date tonight!”

He rushed for the door. Macie swallowed.

The store was empty. Why did she feel like she was being watched? 

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Growing Up With Books

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Rouchard

Growing Up With Books

Twelve-year-old Leon reverently lifted old Mr. Santos’ familiar books and packed them into boxes. 

The volumes hadn’t change, but they seemed transfigured. 

Every busybody in town had a guess about who would inherit the precious collection.

Leon knew, but stayed silent, waiting for the will. 

He remembered Mr. Santos’ intelligent eyes glowing with pride. 

“They’re yours. Your keys to the future.” His voice trembled as much as his hands. “I only wish I could listen in, hear what they tell you. It’s different for everyone.” 

Leon’s heart swelled, as if he’d been knighted. He was a child no longer. 

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The Rusty Bridge

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The Rusty Bridge

Bridges always make me think of Rusty. 

He sent letters til I was 10, telling of his adventures.  I kept a list back then, updating it every time he wrote. When I turned 18, I would follow in his footsteps. Yellowstone Natural Bridge was the last place he mentioned before we got the life-shattering call. 

I ended my list, put it in a tin can deep in my closet, and decided to take a safe path instead. 

Yesterday, I found the list.

“I lost my life in a different way, Big Brother,” I moaned.

This evening, I bought a backpack.

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