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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!

Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! To read more 100 word stories based on this photo prompt, click here.

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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!”

To read more 100 word stories based on this photo prompt, hop over to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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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. 

Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! One photo, 100 words… Come join the fun!

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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.

Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! One photo, 100 words… Why not join us?

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The Stage

Thanks again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Here’s my take on the photo prompt in 100 words.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The Stage

Little Emmie loved to dance, but distrusted the stage. 

She rushed twice a week to the room with mirrors and eagerly mimicked as Ms. Jones moved to the music. But it didn’t seem quite right, like trying to draw a sunset.

“On stage,” Ms. Jones’ words glowed with reverence, “it will be magnificent!”

Emmie wasn’t sure. Her costume looked too ruffly, sequin-y, and bright. 

Mom read Emmie’s thoughts on performance day and smiled. “Just try it once, hun. Experiences are good.”

After the dance, Mom pushed her way backstage. Emmie ran to her.

“Agggghh!” She screamed. “I love the stage!”

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Trash Day

It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers! Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting! One photo, 100 words…

Trash Day

Stench stabbed her nostrils as Isabel pushed open her apartment door. The trash. Had it been two weeks? Three? Ugh. It had to go. 

She stabbed the elevator button and tapped her toes as the machine yawned to life. Rushing into the tiny space, trash bag in hand, she nearly gagged, then looked up. A neatly-dressed man with his hands primly behind his back looked uncomfortable. Fantastic.

Counting down the floors, Isabel raced to the dumpster, paused, giving the man time to walk by, then turned, nearly crashing into him.

He held up a bag of familiar-smelling trash and winked.

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Petunia Power

Many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

Haley followed the sunrise tap of the woodpecker into her tidy garden. She didn’t mind being alone, she insisted. She heard the neighbor’s back door click closed.

Their yards matched, minus the petunias. She called them frumpy. No, he protested. Friendly. 

Stray cats gathered, meowing for breakfast. Walking towards their bowl, Haley froze. What…? Petunias?

“Lunch today?” The note read. “Anything’s better than petunias. -John”

She laughed.

…

John answered the door at noon. “I’m glad you came.” He winked. “Feel free to return the petunias.”

“Crazy thing I realized today.”

He raised his eyebrows. 

“Sometimes our tastes in flowers change.”