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Going Home

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

It’s the weather. Yes. The cold. Those clouds pressing down like they’re trying to squeeze the life out, making the houses look…broken. They’ll bounce back in spring. It’ll be like it was.

Ellen peered out the window. 

Everything was dingy, as if a piece of tape, loaded with dust and fingerprints had been stretched across the view. 

How long had it been? Ten years? Fifteen? More? 

Fingers shaking, she unclasped her purse and stared down at a framed photo: A smiling man with warm gray eyes and white hair.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Let it just be the weather.”

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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The Painting

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

It stands above them and everyone is drawn to it. After a few drinks, folks swear it has changed; it’s different than last time. “Yeah, sure it has,” their companions rib.

The man in the canvas watches, listens. He absorbs their wild lies, heartfelt truths and mundane facts. In the morning, when the light is good and the room empty, he paints them around himself.

“Whosh the paintah?” A woman slurs. 

The bartender adjusts her glasses. “Last name’s El Mundo. First name, Todd? Todo? That’s it. Crazy foreigner. Nothing like that around here.”

The man in the canvas just smiles. 

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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At the Zoo

PHOTO PROMPT © Robbie Cheadle

“How’s your first week going, Zara?”

“Awful. It’s like I’m on display, but also closed off—everyone has their groups already, so there’s no meaningful connection—no offense, George.”

He shrugged and crammed his red face full of banana. 

“There’s stability, but no excitement. Security, but nothing significant to do,  you know?” Zara shivered and smoothed the fur ring around her face. “It’s mind numbing, like I’m swimming in circles!”

George nodded, rubbed his gloved fingers together, and tossed the banana peel into a lion-shaped trashcan. “It’ll improve. All first office jobs feel like that.” He smiled. “Next stop, penguins?”

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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The Lady in Pink

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

“Anne, why aren’t you in bed?”

“Oh, Aunt Mari,” Anne whispered rapturously, leaning against the window pane. “Don’t you know? On the last night of winter, The Lady in Pink tiptoes through the forest and awakens spring! The trees glow—like fireflies, but with all the loveliest shades of colors—and they dance together, every rustle of their branches part of a heavenly song!”

“I’ve never heard it,” Aunt Mari sniffed.

“That’s because the music puts everyone into the deepest slumber—.” 

“Then you won’t miss anything.”

Anne sighed. “I suppose seeing can’t be much more beautiful than dreaming about it.”

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

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House That Again?

PHOTO PROMPT ©Sandra Crook

House That Again? 

“It has good bones, but if we buy, this place’ll need an overhaul.”

“Nonsense, Pete, it’s perfect!” Tia spread her arms and twirled around the room. “I wouldn’t touch it for the world. Look at that ceiling, like pages of a book spread open! And those gorgeous windows. And that chandelier—.”

“Let me guess? Exquisite?”

Tia scrunched her nose. “It has to go. And that lamp. And purple lights? Who wanted that? And this carpet will need ripped out. And—.”

“Perfect, huh?”

“No house can stay static forever, dear! How silly of you. Houses have to change with the times!”

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Grandma’s Shells

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Jennifer clutched the vase of shells and looked over the ocean. 

“Don’t they miss the water, Gamma?”

“These shells like to travel, Jenny-bean! Most shells stay in the ocean, but adventurous ones come on shore to meet people. To live a new life!”

“Maybe they miss home.”

“If they stay in this jar, they’ll live forever.” Grandma was quiet. She took Jenny’s tiny hand. “They’re my special memories. But will you take them back home someday?”

Jenny nodded.

Scattering the shells, Jennifer whispered through tears, “Goodbye, Grandma.”

Wandering toward the car, she paused, chuckled, and picked up a calico scallop.

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Restless

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

What happened? I don’t recognize who I am or where I’m trying to go. I can’t slow down. The whole world’s on the run and I can’t catch up or cut their speed. If I only knew how to fight it—but I don’t—so I’m sucked through panic’s straw, vacuumed into a ceaseless swirl of movement. No anchor to drop. No rope to throw. I’m tossed into a war of activity—always going—never sleeping, slowing, pausing. Running always, ever. 

And pulsing between exhausted beats, my gasping heart begs for the cure. It knows: All I need is rest.

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Making the Best of It

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Alissa unlocked their apartment door, tears stinging her eyes. Stupid car. Goodbye anniversary dinner; a grocery trip was out of the question. 

She stared at her sparse ingredients. 

Ohhh! Lentil bread? Lentils, cottage cheese, baking soda. Doable. And that onion soup mix…with risotto…yes. She dislodged a chicken breast from the freezer and began to cook.

“I figured we’d have to eat out!” Russ’s booming voice an hour later startled her. He gaped at the china and candles.

Alissa laughed. “Out might be good…” 

“No way.” He kissed her. “You’re miraculous. And food made with love is best. Always.”

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I See…

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

You’ll never believe when I tell you—no, I can’t; I won’t; it doesn’t matter—describing isn’t the point. The point is: I can finally see. 

Sight should be the basic starting point, but it wasn’t. Eyes clouded, I spun myself sick, running round and round, saying I was growing, while secretly knowing I wasn’t. Not an inch. My goals were in reach, but I couldn’t see them. I nodded nicely to nothingness, pretending the emperor had clothes, shushed from infancy into believing what others told me. 

But here on this hill, peering across ages and oceans, my vision appeared.

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Washed Away

This piece was inspired by someone I know who recently lost a loved one. The story is totally different, but one of the lines is hers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Washed Away

It wasn’t like this. The view was the same but it wasn’t empty. He was here. He ran down the beach and filled the space with dreams. He kissed my cheek, “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not little anymore. Relax.” 

I see him everywhere, though he isn’t. I hear him breathe, though he can’t. I catch whiffs of his sunscreen. I wish his swim trunks left water pools across the bathroom floor—the way I hated.

I should go home, but I can’t abandon him. I can’t go. Or stay.

If I walk into the water, will it take me too?

As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!