I Scream

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Looking at old photographs has become a daily ritual with me.  Tonight I find one of an ice cream container taken long before Instagram made food porn mandatory. How the memories come flooding back.

What was that we said?  I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.  Funny how a little tub of essentially frozen milk, cream and sugar can lift spirits after chemo.

No child is so pampered I used to tease nor so lucky to get ice cream every night. But that smile was ever so worth it. 

Now all I have are memories and photos. 

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

This is my first submission written on a mobile phone so I have probably spent more time on formatting this entry 😀

Note: I've made a little tweak and changed a line that previously was:
"Funny what a little tub of essentially frozen milk, cream and sugar can do for a child."
The new change is actually what I originally wanted to write but then decided to not to have a reference to chemo.  I still don't know what works better, but I decided to make that change and write down my reasons for this edit.

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The Mission

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Beware of pretty flowers” our jungle combat instructor had drilled that message into us in the academy.  But that was in training.  Now here I am, in the lair of El Jackalo, the famed terrorist.  My brother in arms and I dropped off at the border this morning.  Using our skills we have navigated this horticultural nightmare where danger lurks at every turn. It was the glimpse of the famed guardian mothers that caused us to separate.

While I fear for his safety the mission must go.

“Young man will you stop crawling right now”.

 “Aw mom.”

I am busted.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

The lesson for the week is that if you write for a weekly prompt just check if it is from the right week  and not an old prompt  ;-)

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Still Waters

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

This is where my story ends, right here by the water.  It is still dawn when the golden glow of the lamps shimmers in the water just before the lights go off and the creeping rays from the sun bask on the surface. 

I slide into the water and let it surround me.  Above me the lights play on the surface as I submerge leaving behind worries rippling on water.  Will they miss me when I am gone?

A fish swims past.  Such a beauty but my lungs are bursting.  I swim to the surface and my story begins again.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

Well hello Fictioneers, I am back in your community.  The photo this week comes from that master of macabre tales - CE Ayr, I was really tempted tie the narrator to some heavy bricks and released into the water but this time I resisted the temptation.  Be warned that I am planning to contribute more regularly once again.

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