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 © Dale Rogerson
“Shriek! Squeal!! Look! Mum!!”
“It’s snowed!” Sadie’s excited high pitched voice was soaked up and dampened by the effect of the snow as she danced on the spot under the porch.
“I want to be the first to make footprints!” she squealed, dashing back indoors to grab her wellies.
It rarely snowed where she lived and she’d prayed for weeks on end for a snowfall before winter disappeared again.
Unbeknownst to her, Garby loved snow too and was equally intent on investigating the white stuff.
As she opened the door, Garby came charging out, his paws christening the snow!
PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand
The Vessel and The Water
“What can I do?! She won’t listen!”
“Ok, imagine … calm day, still water…
…along comes a vessel, moving through the water…
…creating ripples, sometimes waves.
Do you fight to flatten the waves, get rid of them?”
“Of course not! I’m going to move to calmer water!”
“So why not do the same with Issie?”
“It’s not that simple!”
“But it is… we’re all like both the vessel and the water…
…wherever we go we create waves, meeting others creating their waves.
If the turbulence is too much…
…go sail in a direction that feels happier.
“That simple, eh?!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Essence of Life
It’s autumn, the smell of wood smoke permeates the air. Oh how I love this time of year.
The tail end of the earth’s energy feels like a rush, a speeding up. The urgency to prepare for winter courses through my veins.
Excitement is building.
We have bottled fruit, tinctured herbs, gathered nuts, frozen vegetables and buried the tubers, away from harsh frosts and hungry foragers.
Now the last of the chores is almost complete.
This year we have had to say goodbye to our ancient apple tree.
I shall cherish your essence as you keep me warm.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
The college’s field study group was ready and eager for their monthly mission. This time they were headed for the hills and a village on the brink of desolation but for the few inhabitants whose hapless enthusiasm for restoration had earned them the label Kooks Gang.
“Hey, that looks so weird. The building looks old and dead and that car looks so out of place, new and fresh.”
“Yea, this really is a creepy place.”
“Ok team, listen up! For this month’s project, we’re here to study contrast, in this case, the contrasting effects of the old and the new.”
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Fair Grounds and Friendship
“No way! I am not going on that!”
“I most certainly did not!”
“Yes, you did. You don’t renege on a bet.“
“Remember, what we agreed? If you won, we’d have afternoon tea by the river. If I won, we’d visit the travelling fair and sit under one of those nice umbrellas. You lost.”
“And you said we’d sit under a nice umbrella. You didn’t say anything about it moving. And anyway, that’s not a proper umbrella.”
“Don’t split hairs!”
“Split hairs?! I think you’ve shredded them!”
“Come on, let’s not fight, it could be fun.”