Friday Fictioneers – Golden

Photo prompt Todd Foltz

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

Friday Fictioneers – Hope

Photo by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields2

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.

Friday Fictioneers – America

Friday Fictioneers, photo by Ronda del Boccio

Photo by: Ronda del Boccio

Red, white, and blue

Reveals to the world

Righteous self-belief

Follow: We will lead!

We crowd in behind you

Watch atrocities unfold

Weep loudly, in hindsight

Wish: We’d refused!

But times are a’changing

Beware our disdain

Because, our consciences

Call: To refrain

Respect, being eroded

Regrets, we have many

Resigned, to self-awareness

Own: Our decisions

Willing, to change

Worthwhile, the effort

Wisdom, evolving

Change: Let us lead

Bringing you with us

Bravely, we try

Big-hearted nations

Work: Side by side

Land of the brave

Land of the free

Land of the Trump

Fake News: Follow me!

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

Friday Fictioneers – Purple

#Friday Fictioneers #100 words

Photo by David Stewart

Purple sky at night, what a delight!

I was at my husband’s shoulder as he took this photo.

Statically capturing in print, what in life was truly captivating.

He was focussed on the palace beyond. I was enthralled with the foreground radiance.

The twilight colours, the lights of the fountain, the pink shades of the flower,

all flowing so beautifully.

Embodied in that jewel, connected to the universe, sounds, scent, ambience.

I breathed deeply and it seemed I could smell the sweet perfume, although it was but a sculpture.

I reached to touch those soft, stone, petals.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. Here for more stories.

Friday Fictioneers -the Husband

Photo prompt CEAyr

Photo by CEAyr

“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.

Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”

Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.

“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.

97 Words

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

Friday Fictioneers – Antipathy

Photo prompt Jan Wayne Fields

Photo prompt @ Jan Wayne Fields

 

Dead inside.

Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.

Duplication of disposal dross.

Crying at this disheartening installation.

 

Feel the crowds.

Surround me. Pushing; straining.

Hear their frustration. Their excitement.

Smell their desperation.

 

Hate this moment.

Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.

Must get away. Cannot bear it.

Clawing my own skin.

 

Jump at the touch.

Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.

Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.

Gently take her arm. Walk her away.

 

Another minute of my life gone.

Angst screaming to escape.

Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.

Anxiety my antidote.

 

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.

Friday Fictioneers – The Green

Photo by Roger Bultot

Photo by Roger Bultot

I long for green.

The longing of the upper-middle-class.

In iso, but not without resources. Working from home, and income not an issue.

As I ride my computer each day, this is my view.

It could be that nothing is wrong. It could be just another day, in wonderland.

I long for green.

At least there is a glimpse of sun through clouds.

At least the smog has disappeared.

I could be here alone in this metropolis.

A pure moment, when nobody has escaped to their rooftop for air, and a sense of freedom.

I long for green.

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

Friday Fictioneers – Cancelled

Photo prompt @ Jeff Arnold

Somewhere over that rainbow, a better life awaits.

Something to look forward to. Something to hope for.

In my country (a lucky country) we’ve moved through several heartaches

Drought

Widespread bush fires

Months of unbreathable, smoke-filled air

Floods

Covid-19

We were looking for the light at the end of a tunnel, the gold at the end of the rainbow

And we got Corona Virus. Isolation. Quarantine. Lock down.

Families separated. Dying abandoned. Easter, and weddings, and funerals cancelled.

As time stands still. Lives put on hold. These boats are waiting.

All heading out to sea, is what I see!

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.

Friday Fictioneers – Desperado

Photo Prompt Dawn Miller

Photo prompt @Dawn Miller

Eyes bulging, exploding out of his head. Through a hypoxic blur, Eric stares desperately toward the house, dragging his body through the long grasses.

Gasping for air, his mind screams “Look out the window, Lizzie!”

It was reckless leaving the house without his Epi-pen. He’d come well-prepared on this country getaway, knowing his intolerance of grasses, bees, nature in general.

But after their argument, once Lizzie said she didn’t want the baby, Eric had to get out of there.

No reception in this isolated hamlet. No help coming, all alone and dying.

Lungs bulging, about to implode. Lizzie!

 

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

 

Friday Fictioneers -Where?

Photo by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields

Photo prompt: by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields

There is only now. No next, no then; but I know, there once was more.

Without conscious effort I always find myself here; by these stairs

Like I’m on repeat; returning full circle

It means something to me, this place; I can’t remember.

My skin crawls; I shiver. Apprehension holds me close.

Like I’m drowning in fear; suffocating.

Many people pass by; nobody approaches me; speaks.

I don’t think they see me. Can you, my darling?

Like I’m not even here; invisible, missing; an empty space.

Where are you, my heart. Where am I? WHO am I?

 

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.