Although central Texas received flood-level rains late this spring and early summer, some damage from the years of drought cannot be undone.
Those Who Remain
The dead stand as a reminder of better days
It will take some time before they fall
Longer even, until the last piece of bark
Disintegrates into nothingness
We benefit even from their decay
Those of us who remain
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright John Nixon
Wizard in the Wurlitzer
Wilbert woke up with a crick in his neck. He tried to rub his neck but found his hands stuck in between some strings.
Oh, no, not again. Where am I this time? Wilbert breathed deeply to calm himself. He opened his eyes. It was too dark to see anything. One thing he knew for sure, he was stuck. Those stupid dreams! Asleep, Wilbert the Wizard cast spells real enough to take effect, but they were always just a little bit off kilter.
He wriggled his legs, banging his knees against the keys. A piano? I’m stuck in a piano?
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
~~~ For a special treat, check out the Friday Fictioneer story, The Last Dance, by Louise Jensen over at Fabricating Fiction.
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On duty
Thursday Doors at Norm 2.0.
Clear water in Barton Creek (Austin, Texas)
