Supernova

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The first thing he notices is the absolute freedom of movement.  In the blink of an eye he stands exactly where he imagined himself to be.

 

His spirit guide smiles, he has seen this many times before but the unbridled joy of his wards still delights him.

 

We have but one rule, the guide states, you cannot exist in multiple places at the same time.

 

He sees himself on the trapeze, cartwheeling, somersaulting and standing at the same time. He glows suffused with an intense burst of energy.

 

Just one rule sighs the guide as he awaits the next disciple.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Forever Home

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I always wanted to live in a house with a picket fence, one with wrap around verandas and a weatherboard look outside. Last week I was driving when I went past this house with a ‘for sale’ sign.

The moment I saw it I knew I had found my forever home so I went to take a look. I felt it calling, beckoning me. The gate swung open and the front door was unlocked. 

I’ve discovered that there are ten of us here still alive. It’s the susurration of our desperation that you hear as the house reels you in.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Brave New World

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

What’s that photo Grandpa?

Why that’s the downtown mall or what used to be a mall.

Why are there so many people there?

Oh, people always went to the malls, especially on the weekends and holidays.

Really what did they do?

Well just hung out I guess, did shopping, ate some food at the restaurants.  Just had a good time.

But didn’t they have online shopping and food delivered to their house?

Well you know those days you could go out if you wanted to. 

I don’t see any wearing masks.

Well fifty years ago the world was very different.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

So I wuz here the last time too.  Here is my entry from those days Immortality

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Not A Muse

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

I am in a world of train. What should I write ?

You could do a re-run of your old train-wreck of a story.

Someone seems to got up on the wrong side of the track today.

I thought with your track record...

Bless my coal I am the master of my own freight, but nice try at derailing me.

Me? You sir are perfectly capable of doing it on your own. Just go down the memory train.

That is a crazy thing to say, do you have a loco-motive? What did I do to get a muse like you?

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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It's true, the muse did not help this time.  I believe 'social distancing' was the excuse.  Also I did have an entry for this prompt the last time too.  You can read it Train Spotter

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Freedom

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Outside the garden is bathed in sunlight. I just stand at the door entrance and look at the sunshine filtering through the leaves. Sometimes like a child I look through the stained glass and imagine myself swimming in the ocean with dolphins.

Why do we get so much joy from watching a dolphin swimming in the wild? Seeing them gracefully leaping in and out of the surface of the water is a whole different experience than to watch them turning tricks in an amusement park.

One day I will defy my captor and escape from this caged apartment into freedom.

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I recognised the photo prompt too, though I didn't realise that it has been seven years since I wrote for it originally.  When I write I always wonder if writing is alright and if I got it right.  This flash is new but but the original one is one my favourites and can be read here - The 'Port-All'

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Blue diligence

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The artist had a visitor early in the morning.

“Maestro”, said the visitor bowing deeply.

The artist sighed inwardly at the honorific.  In the beginning he used to argue that the word should be applied to musicians, now he just accepted it.

He looked at the prosperous looking man “So who do you want done?”

Fumbling the visitor took out a photo from his pocket and passed it.

The artist looked the matronly looking lady so typical of his recent high paying commissions.

“A home invasion or car accident? There is an extra cost if you want a messy end.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Going Postal

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

She was a stickler for ‘the proof’.  Any job carried out must be reported back with evidence that it was done. 

I had to do her bidding each time no matter how I felt about the mess that the task entailed.  Dukes, serfs or Prince of the realm were all the same to her.  

But this little child, she was different.  The rumours were true she was as beautiful as the light of day, more beautiful than the queen herself. Run young Snow I said.  A boar was sacrificed.  The place postal service did the rest.

Signed, sealed and delivered.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Restoration Task

PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

She walked in the kitchen and contemplated the restoration task before her.

It was a stereotypical bachelor’s pad when she visited.  Unmade bed, clothes on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink.  Only his smile and the fact that he could converse had prevented her from leaving.  Her previous dates had been handsome but inarticulate men. She moved in with him even though it had been a mission to clean the house.

That relationship ended the moment he betrayed her with a stranger.

 Before she left, she restored the house to the same mess as she had found it.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Paved Paradise

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

We were in the cab when the song came on.

“They paved paradise

Put up a parking lot”

I laughed and she turned to me with eyebrows raised.

“Coincidence much?  I chuckled, “We are on our way to the hotel and a swinging hot spot”.

She grimaced and inched away, we were on our way to a mandatory counselling session after her reluctant return.  

Outside the leaves were changing colours and in a matter of weeks would be gone.  How long would we last?

 Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

'Til it's gone.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

I know that's not a parking lot and it may not be a yellow taxi, but why pass the opportunity to incorporate the words of loved song by a great artist.

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Egged On

PHOTO PROMPT © Todd Foltz

Long before he fell off a wall and scrambled himself, Humpty had made a quite a reputation as a stand up comic.

In those days members of his community were hard-boiled folks who would look down on anyone daring to be different.

Being born free range he begged to differ and would say there is no such thing as a bad yolk.

His eggsuberant spirit won over all those who doubted his ability to crack jokes. Chicks flocked to his performances.

Off the Wall TV show invited him to be a guest star. He accepted and you know the rest.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

I've missed a few entries these last few months.  It's not that I have a bad case of eggzema, I am always eggcited to take part, just work commitments are taking precedence over writing.  So this is my eggpress entry this week.  I hope it makes you cackle. 

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Chipping Away

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

He had always been the one for parties.

With his crisp looks he was a chip of the old block and a very popular one too despite his chequered background. There even had been talk of him being assaulted but that was just rumours spread by people trying to bag him.

He never blamed them, in fact he even defended them but that was due to his habit of playing the Devil’s Avocado. There was never a dip in his fortunes and he always had a cracker of a time.

Now the party is over and only the crumbs remain.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

And for a change an entry on the first day.  Do I feel punstoppable?

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Last Dance

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

It was in April last year that the video of middle-aged man dancing around a fountain in a tutu went viral.   In a world where the human attention span is less than that of a goldfish, the Internet was flooded with memes as the video racked up over eight million hits.

 

Observers attributed its popularity to the location.  The fountain with a sculpted flower in the middle surrounded by gorgeously lit buildings. Others remarked on the happiness radiating from the dancer.

 

I blame the extra shots of tequila consumed that afternoon.  I am never showing my face in public again.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Cap-tivated

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

A lesser-known fact about the Grim Reaper, he likes collecting headgear from his assignments. He also loves social media and hashtags, just keep an eye out for #GrimReaper #SoulCollector. And no he does not dress in a shroud and clutch a scythe these days. That would be a bit of a give away and a smartphone is a better choice now.

How do I know you ask? Well even the Reaper needs a housekeeper, you would be amazed at how unkempt the house was. All those cruise ships stuck in island paradise meant that the boss has been working overtime.

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This is a two for one weekend.  The first one is here Islands In the Stream.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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