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Friday #fotoflash June 21, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

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“Why are we dressed like this and why are we out here so late,” Mark whined.

“Oh Mark, dad said he had a surprise for us, which required us to be dressed up, which is the only thing mom told me when I talked to her on the phone,” Raymond said.

“It’s getting so dark, and the mosquitos are starting to bite. I want to go home and wait for dad there.”

“Well, you can’t. You have to stay here with me.”

“I hate the dark Raymond. I don’t want to be here. Why would dad have us standing out here in the dark? It makes no sense.”

The sky darkened, and the stars came out, followed by the moon. The two boys still stood there, Mark complaining out loud and Raymond beginning to wonder himself what was going on.

Both boys were tired of standing on the dock, watching for their dad’s boat, so they sat down. Their bites really began to itch.

They heard a boat coming and hoped it was their dad and whatever surprise he had for them. As the boat got closer, they recognized the engine sounds. It was dad finally.

They both jumped up and strained to see as the boat came closer to the dock. The boys didn’t see their father on the deck, which was strange as he needed to toss them the rope so they could pull the boat into the dock.

The boat slowed, and someone appeared on the deck, but it wasn’t their father. It was so dark now that they couldn’t see very well. They had no idea how their father was going to steer the boat in.

The boat pulled up next to the dock, and just then, the boys realized that it was their mother on the deck.

“Mom! What are you doing here and where is Josie?”

“Your grandmom showed up at the last minute before dad had to leave and offered to take care of Josie so we could have a weekend together. Dad wanted you dressed up and not in your fishing clothes, so when I got here, you were hopefully still cleaned up.”

“We are glad to see you, though when will you bring Josie out here,” Raymond asked.

“Josie is still just a baby and not ready to stay in an old fishing shack,” Mom said.

“You brought us out here as real young kids,” Raymond murmured.

“Raymond you two are boys and little girls don’t belong out here.

“Well, we miss you when you aren’t around, and we are stuck out here. Dad can’t cook.”

“Well give her a few years, and when she’s up and running and steady on her feet, we’ll bring her out here and teach her how to fish just like you boys. Come on and hug me.”

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DB’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Friday #fotoflash June 14, 2019


DB McNicol’s #fotoflash

Source: https://pixabay.com/photos/pier-jetty-persons-child-kid-801812/

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John and Josie spent the day fishing and arguing. They had been doing this since the day they were married 5 years ago.

They sat on the little pier and put their lines in. Occasionally they would catch a fish big enough to save for dinner. They added it to the little bit of rice they had every day. Thank God for rice or they would eat even less.

Josie resented the life she had married into. John didn’t care about her one way or the other. Most of the time he told her she was ruining his life. One more mouth to feed, and now she was pregnant. Just what they needed.

John didn’t know yet, but it was only a matter of time before he noticed the bulge of the baby. She tried to not undress in front of him and her clothes, from the thrift store, were large and shapeless already.

Summer turned to fall, and the leaves started to fall, and the weather was getting too chilly to fish. She found John eyeing her more and more, and she was sure he noticed the bulge of the baby. He didn’t say a word, but one day he asked her to go fishing even though the weather wasn’t nice. She didn’t want to, but John told her they hadn’t been catching any fish and he was tired of just rice and so they needed to fish.

Josie told him she would be out shortly as she had to change into something warmer. Hurry up he said and left the small house.

She changed and came out of the house. She walked out on the pier and picked up her rod. Before she could sense his intentions, he had grabbed a hold of her, and threw her over and into the water, holding her down until she stopped struggling.

He let go and she floated in the water. He picked up the rope, and tied it around her, and then tied a large rock around her. He started to walk, dragging her body after him. He knew about where the lake deepened, he had checked it out several days ago when she hadn’t been with him and marked it with a bobber and rock.

Reaching the bobber, he started to feel around with his foot until he found the ledge. He pulled her over and pushed her body over the ledge and she sunk. Elated that it was deep enough to hide her body he headed back to the house and climbed into a warm shower and stood there until the water ran cold.

He lifted the board that hid his valuables and lifted the sack that contained his savings. He was going out to get a decent meal for once. No more rice and fish for him.

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DB’s Rules:

Welcome to my Friday Foto Flash Fiction challenge! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation. Thank you and enjoy! Here’s your photo prompt.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – June 11, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – June 11, 2019

Prompt A (Holiday challenge): Write a story with a Halloween theme

Prompt B (sentence starter): “What are those?”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Halloween Goodies

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“What are those,” Ronny asked the old woman who was dressed as a witch? “They aren’t candy.”

She climbed into the car with a bunch of old ladies dressed like witches. “They are the eyeballs of little boys who are nosy,” she replied and they all started to cackle.

Ronny started running for home yelling for his mom.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – June 2, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – June 2, 2019

Prompt A (character challenge): gnome

Prompt B (sentence starter): “I don’t know what it is, but it sure smells good.”

Prompt C (photo): sorry, no photo today (internet is having issues)

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“I don’t know what it is, but it sure smells good,” John yelled across the yard at his neighbor Reggie. “I am glad we decided to have this potluck barbecue.”

“Hey John do you see the catsup?”

“No, but why does that gnome have red stuff all over his mouth?”

They both contemplated the gnome.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 31, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 31, 2019

Prompt A (seasonal challenge): summer

Prompt B (sentence starter): “It cost how much?”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by Lerey Eric from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Summer on the Boardwalk

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“It cost how much?” Mandy asked her daughter.

“Just 15 cents,” 6-year-old Rhonda replied.

“What costs just 15 cents,” Mandy asked her.

“Everything,” Rhonda replied.

Mandy doubted it so she went over to the display window and looked in. She figured the postcard probably cost 15 cents. She was pretty sure that the sunglasses and those other objects whatever they were had to be much more.

“So you want a postcard, Rhonda?”

“No, mommy, I want sunglasses. The sun is hurting my eyes.”

“Sorry honey mommy doesn’t have enough money for sunglasses right now.”

Rhonda threw a temper tantrum and Mandy left her standing there. She came running up when she realized her tears weren’t going to help.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

 

Thursday Inspiration 6 – #poeticlicense and/or #lightmotifs


Thursday Inspiration 6 – #poeticlicense and/or #lightmotifs

Paula’s Rules:

Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. 🙂

This week’s theme is gone and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “500 Miles” covered by many artists:

If you miss the train I’m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles

Photo credit: Enrique Lopez Garre

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Penny told him to wait while she ran home to get her ticket which was in the pocket of her other coat. They were headed to Las Vegas to start a new career. She left her guitar with him while she ran quickly back to the apartment.

As she shut the door she heard a train whistle. She hurried. She expected him to be waiting at the station for her. They could trade in the tickets for new ones for a later trip.

As she got to the station she saw it was not only empty, her quitar was sitting propped against the building. He was gone.Tears flowed down her cheeks. He might as well have slapped her.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 28, 2019


Haunted Wordsmith Daily Fiction Prompt (HWDP) – May 28, 2019

Prompt A (character challenge): artist

Prompt B (sentence starter): “Teach me.”

Prompt C (photo):

Image by imazite from Pixabay

Rules from: THE HAUNTED WORDSMITH

Welcome to the Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt (HWDP). This prompt is going to be both familiar and different at the same time. To participate, simply read this post and follow where the muse takes you. You may select any, all, or none of the prompts…it’s all up to you. Link back to this post, or leave a link in the comments so that others can find you.

Have Fun!

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Painting My Newborn

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Teach me,” Bob pleaded with the artist.

“I am busy right now. You have to sign up for a class.”

“Oh please, I want to paint my newborn before he gets any older.”

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com