My friends Kay and Larry recently moved. In the old house, everything had its place and could be found in its place. In the new house, that hasn’t happened yet. So one makes do with what one has.
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Finding Out: Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright CE Ayr
Finding Out
Paula realized she and her friends heard different stories about the door over the years: hidden skeletons of lost children or a chained werewolf waiting for its next meal. When asked, her parents shrugged, feigning indifference, saying they’d never really paid attention.
She wasn’t about to take their word for it.
Swinging her flashlight over the shelves, Paula inspected the objects, each with an envelope in front. Her breathing slowed when she found her teddy bear, lost years ago (or so she thought), and the envelope addressed to her.
Dust fell away as she opened it, taking out the note.
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Feeling Lucky: Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Bjorn Rudberg
Feeling Lucky
Tahir found the couch, guided himself into a sitting position. He could feel the strong mid-afternoon sunlight through the windows. He remembered how bright the sunlight was, but now only some of it seeped through to his eyes. At best, everything was as dim as a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant late at night.
There was nothing romantic about losing one’s eyesight, Tahir knew. His music kept him sane. He felt lucky he could continue his profession in his condition, even as the darkness steadily increased. It would be hard, yes, but doable.
Reaching for his bow, Tahir smiled.
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Eastern Phoebe
I heard a couple of birds calling out to each other. I finally got a photograph of this Eastern Phoebe.
I was using my big lens on a monopod and the wind was blowing me around a little bit, so the photograph isn’t as clear as I’d like it to be. Maybe the little birds will hang around for a few days and give me another chance.
Light from the Past: Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Light from the Past
“How long did it take you to get home?” Sharon led her neighbor, Anne, into the kitchen.
“Five hours. The low water crossings were flooded.” Anne sat down at the counter. “How long has the electricity been out?”
“Not sure.” Sharon lit her grandmother’s oil lamps as the light started to fade. “It was off when I got here. Care for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some chips?”
“Best offer I’ve had all day.” Grateful for the light from the lamps, Sharon and Anne raised their water bottles in a toast to Mother Nature and Trudy, Sharon’s grandmother.
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