PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
She played into nervous naivety, intriguing with nervy grit.
We were whitewashed, wounded, whipped
Held in her hands, hoodwinked, hijacked
Every word a lie.
Enchanted and ensorcelled.
Left bamboozled, blind, bemused.
Stolen purses
Identity nicked
Native, innocence, naively given
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
For small business like me, social media was a God-send
So many years I hauled ass, and soil, plants, gravel and truck
From this Field Day to that Festival
Door to door, florists and gift emporiums, restaurants and offices
I’d get home more than weary, broken
Someone suggested a Facebook page, Instagram
Pictures sell!
Now, I’ve five trucks, 10 employees and give thanks and praise
For that God-sent connection and the pretty missus I found along the way
She hauls ass like you wouldn’t believe! [85 words]
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Not very imaginative this week – been away from creativity for a while 😍
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Photo prompt by David Steward
Yahoo and Yum!
This cannibal exults
Omnivorous delight
Such complaisance.
For now the neighbourhood is safe
With feast proportioned on a plate
No need to hunt, the cook consumed
Topped off with gourmet victuals.
Rest easy world because too soon
This banquet but a memory
Hunger returned, hunting I’ll go
With gourmet expectations.
Standards set, I now must hunt
in eateries most domestic
And choose as prey, a chef gourmet
My tastes now more eclectic.
Five star ratings
High class baking
Human meat, now marinating.
Salivation, delectation
Gobble, guzzle, binge, devour.
Yahoo
Yum
Me. [94 words]
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Photo prompt by Anne Higa
Ah, pizza.
Que?
Pizza. In my belly.
Amigo, que tal?
Bolognese, and Parmigiano-Reggiano.
My friend, you are delirious. Loco.
Your mouth is dripping. Your eyes are cross-legged.
Dolce. Gelato.
You are becoming el demonio, mi amigo.
Now, I am a-worried.
What are you saying?
FEED ME! Now!
Bueno. A Kit-Kat?
That’ll do me [53 words]
Friday Fictioneers Challenge Note
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Photo prompt by Roger Bultot
I dreamed when I was young of exploring the world. Top of the list was the Trans-Siberian Railway.
I’d imagine being a brave young woman travelling the Far East in the late 1800s or 1920s.
I love to travel, but in the end I’m not that adventurous.
I long for the escape, breathe deep (and perhaps cough) exotic air, touch gently the people and places entrenched in ancient cultures, who smile with grace but wish I’d leave.
Fat wallet in hand, and friendly guide.
Dream in clean sheets at the end of the day. [94 words]
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Photo prompt from Na’ama Yehuda
Oppression
desperation
claustrophobic disintegration.
I look up and see blue
flossy, puppy clouds
sunny side up
In the glass, reflected back
a total darkness
the oily snake of depression
The world is bleak
people hate-speak
children closet-weep
Darkness speaks.
walls bleed
they weep.
Inside my head
I wail
I flail, dispirited. (51 words)
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Photo by Jennifer Pendergast
Mrs Jones, we must talk about Sarah. Her recent art project.
Oh, it was brilliant! She got a gold star! We are so proud.
The talent is obvious. Colour, logic, planning. Santa pencil dropped mid‑scene caps off the malevolence.
Sorry?
The theme of this work, Mrs Jones. She has created carnage as art. A child as roadkill. Dead, or dying. Either a dog is finishing her off, or a service vehicle is scraping up her remains. I’m not certain ….
She wants to be an Ambo. She likes to practice scenarios. I’ve never thought …
Oh. Right then. [98 words]
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Condiments by Rochelle
They call that a still life.
I believe so.
It’s condiments. Hardly life.
It’s about being part of life, but still. Inanimate.
Oh. Still, it’s not really life, is it? It don’t breathe, or swim in honey. It don’t move around.
No, but still part of life, ain’t it. In life, you need condiments.
Mate, condiments lead to death. For us and them lot. Heart disease and diabetes for them. Honeytrap for us.
Yeah, but they’re still life. Can’t eat a bowl of chips without them.
SWAT!
Bluey, mate. Oh no, Bluey. [92 words]
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Photo by Brenda Cox
Round and round and round … he whispers.
James. Stop that, now. Look at mummy.
Mama, he slurs. Can you see them?
She touches his forehead. Burning.
His eyes roll and hands wave whimsical shapes in the air.
The mother worries. His fever has burned for three days.
There is no money for a doctor.
The boy’s inner world is completely joyful.
Horses from the uptown carousel they cannot afford, have come to him.
A kaleidoscope of colour, costume, prancing and dancing.
He laughs aloud. A crackling, wet laugh.
They love me, Mama.
She laughs through sobs.
Loud and lonely. [100 words]
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.
Photo by Roger Bultot
How wonderful. How old are these photos?
Late 1800s, something like that.
Amazing, and precious. I wish I had that kind of past connection. Something as tangible.
Yeah, it is special.
Do you see a family resemblance?
Definitely. I’ve always seen my dad in the older lady. My four times great grandma. She had like 12 kids, who all lived. There are so many cousins. You can’t turn a corner in my hometown without meeting a relation.
You’ve a tribe. Awesome. We’ve never had that. Immigrants.
Sounds lonely. Sad.
It can be. We’re a community of six. [97 words]
I have to admit that I wrote this based on the other photos Rochelle had in her post. By mistake, so perhaps the story doesn’t make sense in relation to the actual prompt. Hope you enjoyed it anyway.
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