PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
It’s crazy the things you have to do today. Our weather patterns are changing; it’s
either erratic or miserable, not very good for the morale.
Well, today is different. We’ve decided to tackle it head on and head for the hills.
With a long hike ahead needs must, if we get an early enough start we should be able
to thoroughly enjoy our destination by early afternoon.
”At last! Finally, we’re above the cloud! Sunshine!”
“Beautiful, warm, nurturing Sunshine!”
“Oh I so feel like I‘m in Heaven!”
“Such a good idea of yours.”
“Hmmm? Maybe not every weekend though!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
Old Habits Die Hard
“See that, Brierly, that’s where you’re at. Chained, trapped in the illusion of powerlessness.
So much so you think everything and everyone around you needs to change in order for you to feel safe and happy.
Well, I’ve some good news for you.
You were sold that reality by your forefathers, who were well intentioned but equally fearful.
All they had to do was take their attention from outside of themselves, to within themselves and they would’ve come to realise, that is where their power lies… within.
Try it son, what have you got to lose?!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr
The Last Hope
“This must be it.”
“Can’t be… the place is crawling!”
“Well, we’ve hobbled back and forth… it’s the only place matching the description.”
“God! Why did we ever come here?”
“An act of pure stupidity!”
“Desperation more like!”
“What choice did we have?”
Finding a doorway we cautiously entered the dilapidated building.
The smell of incense greeted us.
A glow emanated from a side room and a feeling of optimism coursed through me.
As we edged inside… he met our gaze… warmth and love poured from his eyes.
My friend turned to me…
“Worth the journey?”
“Yes,” I beamed.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The Mysteries of Art
Leaning lazily against the open door frame Liza took a strong deep drag on her cigarette… paused… looked up… and slowly, breathed out the smoke as she gazed quizzically upward toward her work of art.
What planet was I on?!
Where did that idea come from?
My memory’s a blank.
Don’t remember smoking anything unusual?
You hear stories about people being whisked away on space ships, though I’m somewhat sceptical.
But then I suppose, we’re all only limited by our beliefs.
She took another deep long draw…
Dazzling bright light engulfed her.
The sculpture crashed to the ground.
“That shouldn’t’ve happened!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
We sat around the table
there were 6 of us.
Indulging in some moments
due to wine
were now, somewhat nonplus.
We sat and laughed
and joked and shared
our memories of the past.
All the time our unawares
of life beyond our
As time evolved and
talk moved to food
Lent’s end was now in sight.
Our rumbling tums now audible
and saliva fired for our first bite.
We lifted baskets crammed
with culinary delights.
Unhooked the lids
then shrieked in horror
the food in side
had come alive
attendant to devour!
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Stomping my feet, doing a jig and waving my arms about like a raging lunatic, I finally gave up.
The night was so black I’d winded myself locating my car earlier than I’d anticipated, the only light a dazzling glow from the camera’s ever-ready presence comforting me in my frozen stupor.
Diving back into the car I started the engine. There was no way I’d even be able to operate the shutter and time was running out.
My phone beeped. An email!
“Aargh… better check it!”
‘Log in for updates on the Boson’s Meteor’
“No! Damn! Damn!”
“It’s tomorrow night!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Delusions of History
The launch chugged into view, moored alongside and slowly despatched its cargo.
The sociology bunch shuffled uneasily into the foyer, the warm day suddenly turning ice cold.
“We’ll start in the West Wing,” the guide announced, handing out maps and historical information.
“God, it’s horrendous what they did to people in these padded rooms.”
“Yes… but it’s even more horrendous that they now do it in broad daylight, in a different way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen the numbers of dejected people huddled in city doorways.”
“Exactly! No less sanctimonious than our forebears!”