Fiction Friday: Just A Matter Of Time

Posted on July 4, 2014 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt: An ancient statue of a crowned man. Copyright Claire Fuller

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Claire Fuller

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He opened his eyes; he didn’t recognize this place. Slowly he remembered: the war between the old gods, the mistake leading to his capture. They imprisoned him in marble and buried him deep, where no mortal would ever find him.

Only they had found him, millennia later, freeing him from his tomb.

Just as it had thousands of years ago, the sun rose. Immersed in sunlight, he felt a stirring. Each sunrise would help him reclaim his life, his birthright. It might take centuries, he knew, to return this marble to flesh, but it was just a matter of time.
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Fiction Friday: The Last Time

Posted on June 27, 2014 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Madison Woods

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He set up camp and leaned against the Skull Tree, their secret meeting place, remembering how they planned their future here. All their decisions over the years: which college, which military branch, which career field; the Skull Tree always approved.

She loved flying helicopters, wanted to fly them forever. Shot down in battle, her forever was forever over. He hung her dog tags from the upturned horn. Tonight, he knew, was the last time they’d be together. He would dream of her once more, but never again. As it swirled leaves around him, cushioning his grief, the Skull Tree wept.
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Friday Fiction: Patience and Love

Posted on June 20, 2014 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. Copyright Mary Shipman.

“What a dump! I hate you!” Robin ran back to their car, sobbing.

‘A new house,’ her parents said. But Robin saw the reality: rotting porch, doors askew, leak-stained ceilings. “It just needs some patience and love,” her dad said.

Robin cried herself to sleep while her parents unloaded the trailer. Her dad woke her, saying, “There’s something I want to show you.”

Reluctantly, Robin followed him into the back yard. They climbed up the ladder and looked around in the abandoned tree house. Smiling, she reached for his hand, “It just needs a little patience and love, right, Dad?”

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Friday Fiction: The Passenger

Posted on June 13, 2014 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt; copyright Ted Strutz

“It’s amazing how much can go wrong on vacation,” he said, paying for a replaced filling. Later, looking out across the street, I saw him arguing with Peter. Peter, nicknamed Peter Plan, always had a sure thing going; all he needed was other people’s money. The man shoved Peter. Recovering his balance, Peter glanced up in my direction. I turned away.

This morning’s news announced the murder of a passenger from the ship. Yesterday’s patient. Had I seen something worth mentioning? I’ll call the police tonight. I opened my door to leave for work, only to find it blocked.

“Peter!”
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Friday Fiction: The Crane

Posted on June 6, 2014 by treshabarger

Masako stayed where she fell, freezing and exhausted. A silhouette blocked the light and she looked up: a crane. Not this high on Mount Fuji, she thought; she must be hallucinating, close to death. The crane shielded her from the falling snow, nudging her until she arose. Masako stumbled, following it to a crevice on the cliff where she sheltered until the storm passed, beneath wings of refuge and warmth.

Another such storm, tonight. Masako closed her eyes, knowing the crane will appear in her dreams. In the morning she will climb the mountain and rescue the one safeguarded there.