“That’s not just a street lamp you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I read in ‘The Daily’ that the government is now installing surveillance cameras.”
“Oh yeah? Hmmm. Maybe we should give ‘em something to look at!”
“Um…uh…what are you DOING?!”
“What I said…” he guffawed as he dropped his jeans, flashing his rear toward the street lamp.”
In a sterile office downtown…
“Got another full moon at the corner of Elm and Main.”
“Do we need to send a squad car?”
“Naw, this dude’s harmless. This makes 10 moonings on Elm this week!”
“Homeland security at work!”
99 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo by © Sandra Crook.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Maude had always kept to herself. Her isolation increased even more after she retired. With no family or friends, and the internet and home shopping network at her disposal, she never needed to leave the comfort of her home, even for the most basic necessities.
After she passed, it was weeks before anyone noticed the odor emanating from her apartment. The authorities were called, she was cremated according to her prearranged wishes and that was that.
Maude was quickly forgotten, except for the army of online vendors who filled her mailbox daily with “We miss you! Come Back!” post cards.
I missed last week due to a technical snafu that was happily remedied in a matter of days. But I’m back today with 100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge based on the photo above by Dale Rogerson.
PHOTO PROMPT © ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS
Madge was a hoarder. Not the type of hoarder that boosts the ratings of reality TV, but as she’d declare, “Darling, I am a collector of fine things.”
After she passed, Sarah, her youngest daughter, drew the short straw that decided who would tackle the task of sorting through ‘mom’s junk’.
“Have fun Sarah-Bear,” they taunted as they left.
It wasn’t long before Sarah discovered a treasure trove of family memorabilia: hand-made cards, baby teeth, locks of hair, photographs. Unable to part with any of it, Sarah loaded her car.
Apparently, collecting fine things runs in the family.
97 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge based on her photo above called ‘Closet’.
Charlie still had brief glimmers of recognition when Eileen came to visit, especially when she wore the emerald earrings he had given her so many years ago.
She’d had her eye on those beauties at Bloomies, dropping by every day on her lunch break.
Charlie worked the jewelry counter then. He looked forward to her daily visits. When Eileen finally agreed to go on a date with him, he brought along a secret weapon to win her heart; those earrings. Smart man, that Charlie.
Now, they were Eileen’s secret weapon.
“Hello Emmy,” he beamed.
Eileen smiled. Charlie’s heart remembered.
99 Words for Friday Fictioneers (a few days late…busy week) based on the PHOTO PROMPT © MARIE GAIL STRATFORD.
Millicent Collins was an eccentric, surly, old woman. She kept those around her loyal by promising each a pittance of her massive fortune.
When she died they rushed to the estate, hoping to hear their name at the reading of her will.
The attorney droned through the list of bequeaths. To her housekeeper, the china, silver, crystalware; to the butler, the Mercedes; on and on until most everyone had a piece of her.
The reading concluded, “For bringing me roses every day; for his kindness, I, Millicent Collins, leave the house and grounds to my dear gardener, John.”
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Ann Hall.