Hope

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Dreams, you know, they don’t always work out.  Sometimes they shatter or even explode. 

Kaboom!

In your face and all you have left behind is the debris.  Charred fragments of your heart scattered across what we call ground zero now. 

Yeah that’s where we are and it’s not a pretty sight.  You stand there wondering how do you ever survive this?  This wasteland of shattered dreams built with your sweat and blood.  Might as well pack up and go home now.

But in the midst of that rubble you see it, that delicate ethereal piece radiating beauty.  Hope springs anew.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100. 

Hey! I am back again after missing the last few editions after having surgery on my hand for Carpal Tunnel.  In some ways it was good to get a break from typing away at a keyboard and have an excuse to watch TV.  My entry this week is probably not fiction but more like hundred words of musing.

To read the other stories this week click here.  

Frog Prince

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

A few years after the fairy tale wedding the cracks started to appear.  From his insistence on her wearing glass slippers to bed, his online chats with Sleep1ngBooty and the worrisome new habit of pulling of her hair, their relationship lacked the spark.   

She even considered the idea of staring in a reality show, “The Real Princesses of Fairyland” but her Fairy Godmother had vetoed that idea.  For that he said one needed to have a leaked tape like the one Show White had done when she lived with the dwarves.

Maybe if I turned the prince into a frog?

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100. 

Here we go, welcome to another edition of stories written from the Airport Lounge.  To read the other fairy tales this week click here.