Friday Fictioneers – We Were Just Children

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll   Sitting behind me, as fate would have it, as you drag your finger across my back, I know it’s you.  The faintest touch of a dizzily dragging finger that makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck like you knew it would.  But we wereContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – We Were Just Children”

Jaded Diamond

It’s been three years since they said it would be over in three months. It’s been three years since I wasn’t warned to bear the brunt. It’s been three years since I couldn’t munch-crunch on brunch- Only ever wanting to confront the bunched up grunts with a punch, And a punt in their scrunched upContinue reading “Jaded Diamond”

Sunday Photo Fiction – Behind Closed Doors

Walking down 3rd Street, passing across Washington, we phase through ethereal fog. We can taste the smog, the ‘city-water’ sitting water splashing under endless tires, me and my daughter. The aftertaste of old pennies and nickels permeates my palate. I can almost taste the tableau of top brass, Thomas Jefferson, under the steel skyscrapers. TheContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – Behind Closed Doors”

Friday Fictioneers – Rainy Nights

It’s been a while…. I tagged you first as the rain fell.  You chased me through the umbrella-d drones: scared of shorting their circuitry.  The rain fell on us. I looked back at you when you stopped smiling to blow the wet hair off your face.  I didn’t notice wet socks in new shoes whileContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – Rainy Nights”

Sunday Photo Fiction – House on the Sand

Check out the others here! She parked her walker at the side of the old beach bench and reached her shaky hands into the pocket for her sunglasses.  After fumbling through small bags of tissues and her pack of daily pills, she found them and clipped them onto her bifocals.  Her vision isn’t what itContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – House on the Sand”

Mondays Finish the Story – Miners Hill

Check out the others here. “The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” The mine collapse killed several bodies, and the living ones left with their broken families from the broken economy.  Without the mine, they didn’t have money to rescue the workers, and Miners Hill became a ghost town.Continue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Miners Hill”

Sunday Photo Fiction – Anchors Aweigh

Joining another community with familiar faces.  Hope I’m not being intrusive at this point!  Check out others here! Another sleepless night after seeing so many fall asleep for eternity.  Not enough Trazodone, melatonin, and alcohol in the world can turn my waking mind off.  The door is locked, the curtains closed, the fan on, andContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – Anchors Aweigh”

Mondays Finish the Story – Angel Flame

Link to Mondays Finish the Story.  Check out the others- it’s a great community of talented writers. “The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.” Five men, two pilots, two divers, and the captain, pack into the DSRV (Deep Submergence Rescue Vehicle) in search for valuable wreckage, bodies, and, God-willing, survivors.  TheContinue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Angel Flame”

Friday Fictioneers – Howlers

Now the Wilsons lived out ‘n the middle of nowhere- ain’t no neighbor for a good 20 miles!  They owned a good chunk of farmland and the rest, well I guess the state never thought they needed it. John was tellin’ me that they had a field blocked with a barbed fence at the edgeContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – Howlers”

Mondays Finish the Story – Changing Tides

First time writing for this community.  Love a more directional prompt that not only includes a picture, but the first line.  Link to this blog here  “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life” It seemed like everything had come in waves: a splish of bad here, a splash of good there, and anContinue reading “Mondays Finish the Story – Changing Tides”