Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

“Someone really should move that old chair.”

“Yeah, well, I aint touchin’ it! My Gran’ says it could be haunted or cursed. I aint touchin’ it!”

“Stupid dare. I wouldn’t a rode a chair down that hill for nothin’. I heard she hit her head on a rock and that was that. Oh, and I don’t believe in ghosts, but someone ought to move that chair. It’s just creepy to think about her dying here and all.

“We could always fish on the other side of the pond.”

“Naw…best fishin’ is here. Stupid girl! Hey! I got a bite!”

~ kat ~ 28 October 2015
(98 Words)

Another great 100 Word writing prompt from Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers! If you’d like to read other stories and join the challenge click HERE.

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John once told Anna, “When I saw you for the first time in that red evening gown…that’s when I fell in love!”

As an anniversary gift, she hired a portrait photographer. He would arrive in the morning. She always did better in the mornings. The hospice nurse helped her bathe, and her sister June helped with her hair and make-up.

It took every ounce of energy that Anna had to sit in the chair and hold her shoulders and chin high. In between takes, she rested her head on the table. She didn’t realize that the photographer captured those moments too.

When the proofs arrived Anna naturally chose one where she was sitting tall, smiling, barely a hint of illness or pain showing on her lovely face. That portrait now graces the mantle in John’s office. But it is the photo pictured above that he carries with him always.

~kat ~27 October 2015
(148 Words)

This story is for FFfAW’s (Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers) weekly photo prompt. If you would like to read other stories or join the challenge yourself click HERE.

 “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”

Photo Credit: Barbara W. Beacham 2015

God! I hurt like hell, but gotta keep moving or I’ll trigger his prey instinct.

It was just a simple matter of flipping a switch. These poor folks have been without power for over a week. Must’ve been a short in the switch that knocked me off the ladder. Just my luck! Try to be nice and it bites you in the ass!

It’ll be hours before they miss me. Should’ve called this stop in to dispatch. Another brilliant move!

Tom waved his arms, “Yeah, you old buzzard. I aint dead yet!”

It’s getting dark and that bird’ll be the least of my worries…

Gotta stay awake…keep moving…they’ll find you…stay awake…

“Tom! Hey man, you okay?”

“I think I’ll live.  How’d you find me?”

“Your little stunt here blew the whole county out. Do me a favor. Next time you decide to be a hero, let someone know!”

~kat ~ 26 October 2015
(148 Words)

This story in response to Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge. If you’d like to read other stories or participate in the challenge, click HERE.

Photo Credit: a mixed bag 2015

She was a collector of old things, spending her days at curiosity shops, antique barns and second-hand stores. Something of a legend, the townsfolk had nicknamed her Second Hand Annie and it was said that if Annie was spotted at your establishment, you would have a successful selling day. 

But it had been weeks since anyone had seen Annie. After several concerned inquiries, the sheriff decided to check on her. 

The house stood quietly on an acre of overgrown farmland. Its wrap-around porch stacked to the eaves with pollen-dusted, rusty treasures. 

When Annie didn’t answer the door, he let himself in, barely, a pile of books and magazines blocked the entrance. Once inside, he was amazed and horrified. Each nook and cranny was filled from floor to ceiling with Annie’s collection. And there was a familiar, pungent odor hanging in the air. The sheriff knew it well. Poor Annie had passed away.

According to her wishes an auction was held with the proceeds used to build a library. Seems she had a good eye for the value of “junk”. 

People come from miles around to see the magnificent library that Annie built. The legacy of a woman who never learned to read.

~kat -25 October 2015

(200 Words)

This story is an entry for the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. Read more stories or add your own story HERE. 

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 25th 2015