The Aftermath – Friday Fictioneers

Title: The Aftermath
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

demolished-purple-tent on driveway with grills

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Jan checked the canopy’s weights. Taylor was getting ice, and she needed to light the grills for the neighborhood barbeque

Taylor’s truck sped toward her, bouncing over the curb, he spilled from his seat before it stopped moving.

“Get inside,” he yelled. As he pointed to the sky, sirens screamed.

“Tornado.”

They raced ahead of the monstrous roar to huddled in the basement.

At the “All Clear” they emerged. The fickle funnel wrecked devastation on the opposite side of the street while their property remained unscathed.

“I’m going to help,” Taylor said.

“I’ll start the grills. They’ll need to eat.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Defying Desperation – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Defying Desperation
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

The building stood, defying everything society condemned. Where others saw death, destruction, and decay, Julia envisioned a second chance. The ‘No Trespassing’ signs dared her. They issued a challenge to live against the grain, to celebrate her way of life. They called her to act.

Friends and family shook their heads. They tried to illustrate the benefits of conforming, of walking with the crowd. Their desperation confirmed deviating from her truth was not worth the price.

Determined to stand her ground, she made her vow.

She planted her visions in the cracks and waited for nature to take its course.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Last Beacon – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Last Beacon
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

ted-strutz-plane

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Thirty years ago, Blaze fled to Alaska. The country promised shelter from the rat race in its desolate, raw, and expansive wilderness. Old-timers railed against encroaching civilization and forced curious tourist home. Undeterred, Blaze was desperate and without options.

He would never forget the day he met Kaskae.  Saying nothing, their souls remembered the ancient bond, and he knew it set his fate.

Kaskae trained him to be a bush pilot and humanity’s lifeline. At first, it had been easy, but a tiny drip became a deluge. The unfortunate reeked of madness, and despair for which Blaze had no cure.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

The Magic Carpet – Friday Fictioneers

Title: The Magic Carpet
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

Train station

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Reginald heard it before it appeared and checked his watch. The steam engine screeched, the wheels spewed sparks as the engineer braked.  Rattling past the platform, cars thundered, slamming into one another. The boiler heaved, exhaling a plume of white-hot breath, and everything stopped.

Reginald imaged it was the reincarnated dragon his ancestor once defeated. He smiled wryly and boarded.

The car rolled, lurched forward, and tumbled him into his usual seat. Gazing out the window, he reached towards the ruins of his family’s past glory. He swore he would become the newest titan, a man worthy of his legacy.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Nowhere Left to Hide – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Nowhere Left to Hide
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Novak had seen the end. He told everyone who would listen. For his trouble, they labeled him a lunatic, certifiable. He painted pictures, but he couldn’t force them to see. They were lost.

He had been like them, paralyzed with fear, he clung to the familiar, repeating his history in a self-fulfilling destiny. Each day manifested as a poor interpretation of a yesterday which spiraled him into darkness.

Until he gasped for breath. The last flickering spark screamed from the deathbed. He was alive, this wasn’t his swan song.  Daring greatly, he released his past to create a new future.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Pulling the Plug – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Pulling the Plug
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The strap dug into her shoulder. Iola tried to shift it to a more comfortable position, but only yanked her hair. As she walked, the bag banged her hip and her high heels clicked on the pavement.

She was late. Her heel caught, and she tumbled to the ground. Scratched and bleeding, hot tears streamed down her face. It confirmed what she already knew.

“You, ok?” a voice asked.

“Lies, it’s all lies,” Iola sobbed.

“Sorry?”

“They said, ‘follow the rules,’ and I’d be happy.”

“You’re not?”

Iola brushed the gravel from her hands.

“No, but I will be now.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Independence Day – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Independence Day
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Lottie watched her father methodically shovel forkfuls of biscuits slathered with sausage gravy into his mouth. She never understood how he breathed, chew and swallow without choking on his food.

“Not, hungry?” he gestured towards Lottie’s plate with his loaded fork.

Her nose wrinkled and she tried to ignore the spittle and half-chewed food, as his fork found its mark.

“I’m not going to college,” Lottie blurted.

His face reddened as he choked, coughed and sputtered, swigging water he regained his normal coloring.

“Best eat your breakfast. It’ll be the last meal I’ll pay for.”

“I know,” she said.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Promise Land – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Promise Land
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

Joyce gently lowered the heavy shopping bags to the ground. She breathed deeply and considered the looming stairs.

“You have made it to base camp, Joyce,” she said. “You are an experienced Sherpa, and you can summit again. Your team is counting on you.”

Each day the climb grew harder. Years ago, she bought the dream, she worked hard, scrimped and saved.

“Retirement is a bitch,” she said picking up her load.

One foot followed the next in her steady, slow ascent until she reached the top where she paused and swallowed her tears.

“Sweetheart, I’m home with your medicine.”

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Vacation’s Peril – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Vacation’s Peril
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Macario needed a vacation. His work was grueling. Long hours at the office meant he could provide for Rosa and treat her like a queen. This trip, he promised, was all about her.

He slept on the plane, and she forgave him.

When the airplane hit the ground, his phone started. Texts, calls, and emails bombarded him. She made excuses, gave him space until she heard him call her ‘babe’.

He swore it wasn’t what she thought. When his phone rang again, he responded with his deceitful gestures.

No jury would convict her for what she was about to do.

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Jo Hawk The Writer

Second Childhood – Friday Fictioneers

Title: Second Childhood
Source:  Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Nina cringed. The other girls wrinkled their noses. No one played Pin the Tail on the Donkey.

Hands on her hips, Candace shook her head. “This is a lame ass game,” she said.

Candace’s mother stood a few feet away and heard every word. Faster than lightning, she grabbed Candace’s elbow jerking her aside. Candace yelped.

“You will not be disrespectful,” she spat as she dragged her off for a private lecture.

Blindfolded, Nina stuck the paper tail to the wall. The woman in the wheelchair clapped her hands and squealed. Nina smiled and went to kiss her grandmother’s cheek.

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Jo Hawk The Writer