Stone Face: Weekly Photo Challenge

Story #15 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and Weekly Photo Challenge: Face

15 Stone Face s

Stone Face

“Got any advice for me?” Sandra sat down, speaking to the stone face. “No? You’re the only one then. Everyone else in the world likes telling me what to do.”

“Okay, not everyone, it just seems like it.” Sandra whispered, “I just wish . . . “

She realized she didn’t actually know what she wished. She’d been so busy being miserable in a vague sort of way, nothing was in focus. She twirled her fingertips through the running water. “What’s your secret? Shall I guess?”

“Keep moving?” Sandra smiled. “So you did have some advice for me. I just needed to listen.”
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Stepping Out

Story #14 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and double duty as Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Shoes or Feet.

Dancing the night away

Dancing the night away

Stepping Out

“Shh, here she comes.” Running Shoes were hoping she would choose them. They loved the dirt trails, the singing birds, the sound of the waves lapping up against the lakeshore. “What time is it? Does anyone know what time of day it is?” Running Shoes knew she liked them best early in the morning.

“Shut up!” Hikers whispered. “We will all know at the same time where she is going. Just let her be.”

“No, we want to go!” Running Shoes inched closer to her feet, at the bottom of the closet. She stumbled over them, picked them up (Ha Ha Ha, Running Shoes stuck out their tongues at Hikers), took a few steps, put them down.

But she didn’t put them on.

They saw her select blue jeans and a purple shirt. “Guess she’s not going running. Or hiking,” Hikers sighed, disappointed.

They heard her humming. “Oh, you know what that means,” Boots gloated. “We are stepping out tonight! We will be the life of the party. Woo-hoo! Y’all have a good time while we are gone!”

Boots reached out and kicked the door closed as they were leaving.

“It’s dark in here,” Running Shoes complained.

“It’s a closet,” Hikers said. “Get used to it.”
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So Sensitive

Story #13 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016 as well as my Friday Fictioneer Challenge entry.

Photo by C E Ayr

Photo by C E Ayr

So Sensitive

“Look, little brother is blue again.”

“What’s wrong this time?”

“He thinks the Broadway Building is looking down at him.”

“He is looking down at him. We are all looking down at him. We’re tall and slender and he’s short and fat.”

“Well, he better get used to it. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Give him a break. He didn’t choose his architect any more than we chose ours. He’ll come around.”

“He’s already round. Get it? Get it?” [Snicker]

“Besides, he can’t help it that they made him glow.”

“All this touchy-feely stuff, bah! These youngsters are just so sensitive.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

For a special treat, here is the story by the photographer, C. E. Ayr, also a Friday Fictioneer writer.
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Cage Area

Story #10 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016

Where did they go? Who let them out?

Where did they go? Who let out the park staff?

Cage Area

“Sir, they’ve escaped.”

Captain Morgan could barely understand the message due to the static. “Again? Which enclosure this time?”

“3B, sir, the one near the hiking trail.”

Morgan groaned in despair. His ulcer was giving him fits. Morgan gritted his teeth, all three sets of them at the same time. “It’s those stupid park rangers. Every single time I round them up, someone lets them out. I’m going to get those hikers hiding in the bushes. Those camouflaged outfits can’t conceal them forever. Sooner or later I will find them. I will put them in the cage with the park rangers and I will personally transport every single one of them to the Mars base.”

But first Morgan needed his ulcer medication. “This ugly planet. I will be so glad when my tour of duty is up next month.” Morgan went to the freezer, stood in the open door just a moment, thinking of the long, beautiful, dark, freezing nights on Pluto.

It was an easy task for the Plutonian congress to approve the invasion once the earthlings dismissed Pluto as a planet. It was proof positive, in their minds, that the inhabitants of the water planet were far from being civilized. Earthlings needed to be dealt with before they could contaminate the rest of the solar system. It was a very popular military action.

While he was lost in his homesickness, what the captain thought were rose bushes turned into hikers with branches fastened to their helmets. They detached themselves from the hedge, scrambled over to the freezer, shoved him in, and padlocked the door.

Knowing that the other soldiers would think the freezer was ready for transport and would leave it alone, the hikers hurriedly attached the stolen sign to the freezer: “Cage Area For Park Staff Only.”
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Left Turn

Story #09 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016.

Black-bellied whistling ducks

Black-bellied whistling ducks

Left Turn

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?”

“Um, this is where my GPS said to go.”

“Nothing looks familiar. Let’s check the map.”

“I didn’t bring a map, that’s what our internal GPS is for. You’ve got one, I’ve got one, all migrating birds have one. Besides, I don’t have any pockets. Where would I put a map?”

“Maybe there’s a pond nearby where we can get some help.”

“Look, there’s some Canada geese over there. Let’s ask them for directions.”

“Canada geese? Are you telling me we’re in Canada?!”

“I think we should have turned left at Albuquerque.”

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With thanks and apologies to Bugs Bunny.
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