“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!”

~kat

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.

~kat

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.

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.”

Millicent loved….roses.

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Ann Hall.