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 © 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 © 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.”