PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name
“Is ee ’avin a laf?”
“Drop the ‘
qu’. It ‘ ’! aint
ain’t even ‘abitable!”
“An as for ‘
“I want ’em throu’ a bloody window!”
“Not an ‘ole in’t wall.”
“An ee wants
money for that?!”
“A’d want payin’ to stay eer!”
“Bloody crook ee is!”
“Maybe we could get him to put a door on it,” Mable offered meekly, hoping to dampen his ire.
” he roared. What?
To Let’! Should’ve read ‘ Toilet’!”
Hell! Maybe it did?!”
“Let’s go… we need to find a bed for the night.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The clock struck 11. Then, mysteriously the pendulum bounced off its perch.
“That’s it!” She’d hollered. “Shove it in the junk room; I’ve had enough of it disturbing the tranquillity!”
I did as bid. I remember it vividly.
As I went to resurrect the faithful old timer, a familiar shiver coursed through my whole being violently spiking every hair, tugging the skin from my bones.
The door’s always bolted.
(Keeps meddling small hands and curious minds from trouble.)
Nobody but me has a key?
Then I remembered…
… that was the time she passed away.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
In the Hot House
, Grandad look! These are something else!” wow
! They’ve got bright spotlights on them Look … look, they’ve also got powerful water jets… they’re amazing… and the ladders… they’re really and long… really they’re winding out really fast!” and
“Yes Bobby, let’s just watch a minute and see how they manoeuvre the ladders.”
, they spin right round too!” Wow
to tell Charlie what I’ve seen today…” wait
“…and wait ‘til I tell
Grandad took a deep, audible breath.
Oh dear, I’m in the hot house again!
“Now I know
what I want to ask Santa for Christmas!” exactly
PHOTO PROMPT ©
Marie Gail Stratford
“Oh you’re kidding me!”
“What number did she give you?” I shrieked in disbelief.
“I thought that was a house number!”
“No, an apartment number silly!”
“But I hate lifts!”
”How long have we got?”
“Just under half an hour.”
“Crikey, we’d better get a move on if I’m going to climb all those stairs and not look deranged on arrival.”
“I hope this is worth it.”
“If we get the contract, we’ll ask her if there are any really good coffee shops nearby that she’d recommend.”
“That way next time we can lure
her down to ground level!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s Friday Fictioneers
Firmly, she held my hand leading me into the study.
The tension, blatantly tangible.
A lump manifest in my throat… my heart quickened.
With contrived aplomb, she waved me forward, as if addressing royalty.
“There they are!”
Oh dear… they… are…
Spotlight on me, I swallowed discreetly.
She waited… underlying tension lay between us…projecting her desired response.
Knowing lying contorts my insides, meekly, I offered…
“Thought you said you’d only bought a few.”
Her face dropped to a sullen sag.
“I thought you’d like them!” she spat.
“But they’re yours.”
“It only matters that
you like them!”
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Butolt
There’s something about a sunset… stops me in my tracks… dumbstruck.
Feeling my body torn… do what I think I should be doing… or stop?
Indulge this awesome moment!?…
never been a sunset like this one!”
Where’s the camera?…
Pondering my actions…
Some say ‘You should just drink it in… if photographing it, you’re not ‘
being here now’.
Yes, maybe that’s their experience….
but not mine.
Using my camera keeps part of my mind busy, freeing me to be fully present in the moment.
Indulgently clicking away …
I’m going to really enjoy reliving this later!…
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Mystical Oak Tree
“Is that it?! Doesn’t look very
“Never had you down as a cynic Marshall …. anyway, someone’s built a wall and it’s changed the energy somehow.”
“Yea, that’ll be right! I’m, sure it’s made a difference!”
“Honestly… I can remember it…
vividly… was almost dusk… the ceilidh was in full swing. I came out to watch the sky and as I leaned against the oak… wee orbs of light, gently oozed out of the crevices where lightning had so violently struck it years ago.”
“What were you drinking?!”
“Just still water!”
“Right!!! And what still did that come from?!”