“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.
It was a rare thing for polar bears and walruses to hold conference, but these are rare times.
They were soon joined by the elk, reindeer, foxes, seals, lynx, puffins, gannets, eagles, hawks and owls, and orcas and grey whales, spiny dog-fish and dolphin; an epic gathering by land sea and air, each one peaceable toward the other, evidence of the gravity of the situation.
The great sea turtle spoke from his perch at water’s edge, “These homo-sapiens are worse than their fore-bearers, the neanderthals, bent on destroying our beautiful mother and her creatures, and it is up to us to ensure their extinction, just as our ancestors did before us!”
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this interesting photo by Caterina Sanders via Unsplash.
Photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
Passersby could not help but notice the rusted chain and padlock on the loft window of the tower, but they never let on, following the unspoken town rule of silence while passing.
When visitors came to town, the locals were swift to scurry them past, lest they disturb the fiend that resided behind the faded blue shutters by asking too loudly about the chains.
It was such a sad story, you see, because the only way they could save themselves from the cruel edicts of the terrible dictator was to lock him away with cable tv, fast food and a phone for tweeting.
Sorry…just had to have a bit of fun with this one. Have a lovely week everyone. This little story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
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.