This is a mosaic mirrored mural in Patterson Neighborhood Park. The green is the reflection of the trees in the park.

This is a mosaic mirrored mural in Patterson Neighborhood Park. The green is the reflection of the trees in the park.

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Sandra Crook
Just Returning the Favor
Senior opened another whiskey bottle. “You were wild, needed discipline. I did you a favor.” That’s how Senior always rationalized dragging Chuck to the tree for a whipping. His father’s drinking and his belt were a dangerous combination for Chuck. It was years ago, but his emotional scars still matched his physical ones.
With research, Chuck discovered humans could die in three days without water. High temperatures and alcohol could shorten that timeline.
In the August heat, Chuck drove away from the deserted farm, leaving drunken Senior under the tree with his memories and whiskey. Just returning the favor, Dad.
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The photographer, Sandra Crook, is also a Friday Fictioneer author. Check out Sandra’s story here.
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
I really liked the contrast between the reddish door and the yellow tennis balls.

I was on a field assignment (a.k.a. an art quilt class) recently at the John Newcombe Tennis Ranch in New Braunfels, Texas. While other people were wielding their rackets on the tennis courts, my classmates and I were inside the conference center studying the theory of color and design. What I was doing inside seemed much harder than what they were doing outside. My idea is that if I take enough classes, eventually I’ll learn something. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’m already signed up for three art quilt classes next year.)
While walking around a tennis ranch (where I was studying the theory of color and design in the conference center), I spotted this sign. As a non-tennis player, I jumped to the conclusion that this requirement was to keep the tennis courts clean and in as good a shape as long as possible. But I didn’t know what a foot bath was. I looked around.

I’m thinking this is the foot bath. Or rather, the bottom-of-the-shoe bath. It doesn’t look particularly well used. But as I’m not a tennis player and didn’t ever see anyone use this while I was out and about, I don’t really know if people are supposed to clean their feet or their shoes before entering the courts. Maybe they play tennis barefooted? The sign says “Foot Bath,” not “Shoe Bath.” [Deep sigh.] I’ll probably never know. So many mysteries in this world, wouldn’t you agree?

The lines of this frond as it covered the dead cactus pad underneath caught my attention.
