Eye in the Sky

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“It’s the eye in the sky” muttered Alan in my office.  He was there because the warden was concerned about his erratic behaviour.

Alan and I went back a long way. He had a history of arrests for crack cocaine use, but now his last known date of use was five years ago.

It is not unusual for patients with visual hallucinations to report visions of monsters or other supernatural objects, so I sent him back after prescribing medication.

Loud screams sent the guards to his room in the night, where only ashes were found with no trace of Alan.

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Word Count : 100.

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The Drop Off

PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

We meet in the area next to the shops.  Not my idea but the counsellor had suggested a ‘neutral ground’.  For my own sanity I’ve cut off all communications except discussions regarding the children. 

It’s the children I’ve come to pickup for the weekend.  Seeing her brings emotions flooding back again.  Before the shock discovery I’d really thought that our life was soaring high.

“You’ve finally lost some weight” she comments.

“It’s the infidelity diet,” I can’t help myself “not really recommended but it works.”

Her face hardens, “I’ll pick them tomorrow”.

Maybe one day we will make small talk.

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Word Count : 100.

We are hanging around the tower for this week's episode of the Friday Fictioneers.

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Maxed Out

PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

Edited Version follows:

I was at my usual spot at the wharf. The couple behind me were conversing.

“Darling the thing about true happiness is that it does not ask for much.”

“I just desire luxury goods.  It makes me happy.”

“Well people often confuse desire with happiness.  It was true of my past life when I was more intent in chasing the material aspects of things.  The designer labels, the fast cars and various items of luxury.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“My credit card is over the limit.  We can’t shop here anymore.  Hey wait where are you going?”

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Word Count : 100.

Original Version below:

I was at my usual spot at the wharf. The couple behind me were conversing.

“The thing about true happiness is that it does not ask for much.  Then there is desire, which doesn’t work the same way, but people have often confused the two.  It was true of my past life when I was more intent in chasing the material aspects of things.  The designer labels, the fast cars and various items of luxury.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“My credit card is over the limit.  We can’t shop here anymore.  Hey wait where are you going?”

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Word Count : 100.

NOTE: Thanks to Penny's feedback I now have two versions.

We are hanging around the tower for this week's episode of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The second one can be found here -> The Drop Off

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The Bachelor Prince

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Now that they are breaking up, the time has come to confess, it was I who spread the tales of their romance.

You think all stories are just about sweetness and love?   Did you also think that human hair has the right tensile strength to be used as a rope? True her long attractive hair is all over her Instagram feed but none shows the prince climbing up.  And Charming? He can’t commit to just one happy ending.

He is filming the new season of the Bachelor Prince.  I hear the unlucky girl gets an apple from Snow’s step mum.

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Word Count: 100

It's time to visit the old stone house for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

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Walled In

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

These days I am followed by whispers wherever I go.  Surreptitious glances cast my way and knowing looks exchanged.

‘What is the truth?’ they ask.

‘Why did you keep it hidden for so long?’

The air is thick with accusations that are dense like the morning fog. 

I built walls around myself the day innocence died.  Brick by brick I built an impenetrable fortress around my fears, feelings and emotions. 

They ask for details and mock me for remembering them. 

Your power and connections may set you free now but I know each night your guilt walls you in too.

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Word Count : 100.

It's time to visit the old stone house for another week of the Friday Fictioneers.

I am going for two submissions this week. The second one can be found here -> Bachelor Prince

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Shell Shocked

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

The professor was distraught.  Only yesterday the young lady had agreed to his bumbling request of spending an afternoon together.

The day had started with great hope and anticipation.  So when she met him in his office he felt she was owed a tour.  Her obvious delight with the sea shells encouraged him in explaining the principles of Taxonomy.  Modern taxonomy emphasizes evolutionary relatedness.   By the first hour he was expanding on the topic of sorting shells by their morphological characteristics. 

“I have leave now,” she interrupted “I totally forgot a prior appointment.”

Her abrupt departure left him shell shocked.

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Word Count : 100.

We have a fine shellection of stories at the Friday Fictioneers.  To read the other authors having a shell of a time this week click here

I remembered that I had another speshell story like this before, The Shell, but I decided not to recycle it.

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