Photo prompt by Todd Foltz

Eggs giggling, jostling each other with happiness

Another glorious day, with eggs loving the sun on shells

It was a golden, soulful connection

With the heat seeping through to their yolks

Consternation scrambles through the joy

Someone calls “Where is Egguardo?”

“And Eggwina!” Another shrieks

As the sun continues to rise, panic sets in.

The eggship quietens, as realisation dawns

That the sizzling and splatting bubbling from the hotplate

The delicious scent, aromatic egg-deliciousness

Represents their friends sacrifice to the Sun gods

Everything comes at a cost

Sunshine, happiness, friends, comfort

Give and take, live, and die

Que sera!

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

There was nothing to do in this room, except to wait and worry.

I’d been trapped for days. No food. No water. No hope.

Bucket in the corner. Thin mattress on the floor. My source of warmth, a greying blanket, and the clothes I was wearing.

It was still autumn, and I knew I could hang in there for a while, as long as I wasn’t cold.

I’d been dozing, when suddenly there was somebody at the window. Legs on a ladder.

Without thinking, I screamed and thumped on the window. Without knowing, was this friend or foe.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.