photo by Samuel Wong via Unsplash
It wasn’t what he had expected.
Where were the bright lights…the presence of loved ones…the pearly gates?
Then it dawned on him, as sweat drenched his forehead and his skin tingled from the heat.
~kat
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s Three Line Tale flash fiction challenge based on this photo by Samuel Wong via Unsplash.
“Oh no. You can’t be serious. We’re not staying here!”
“You told me you wanted an adventure on a budget, Sarah. Besides, the real adventure is out there!” Claude pointed at the tropical jungle spilling over the shoreline of the Rio Dulce.
“We’ll see about that!” Sarah huffed.
After a quick check-in to the Henry
Berrisford, Claude whisked Sarah away to the Siete Altares in the heart of Livingston’s tropical forest.
When they returned that night, Sarah easily drifted to sleep. “Claude was right,” she smiled, “I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us tomorrow!”
~kat
98 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers‘ flash fiction challenge based on the photo above by JS Brand.
photo by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash
dark house echoing
empty nest
gone are her children
~kat
A Lune Poem (5/3/5) for Sonya’s Three Line Tale challenge inspired by this photo by Thomas Shellberg via Unsplash
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Café renovations were completed ahead of schedule, due in part, to the Mayor’s intervention. Officials had hoped restoring the mangled façade, a blaring reminder of that dreadful night, might help people forget, and bring healing to those who had been touched personally by the tragedy.
But a pristine storefront could not assuage the outrage of those who demanded truth from the corrupt government, whom they suspected was complicit in the terrorist attack.
The people commissioned a trompe l’oeil artist to restore the destruction’s visage to the building’s front, reminding the guilty that healing would be possible only when justice prevailed.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by Sandra Crook. (Trompe-l’œil (French for “deceive the eye”) is an art technique that uses realistic imagery to create the optical illusion that the depicted objects exist in three dimensions.)
Okay…now you need to hear the story behind the story. I took a glance at the photo on my small phone screen and the story evolved. What if it wasn’t real but a trompe-l’oeil of a terrible event that happened only months earlier. So I crafted my little fictional story and posted it. And then the comments started to come in and I discovered that it is indeed “street art graffiti on the front of that building in the seaside town of Swanage in Dorset, England. I swear I had no idea, thinking it to be real remnants of a crash or explosion. Sometimes the truth is odder than fiction.
The tennis court was littered with hundreds of balls.
“How long has he been at it?” asked an onlooker as Pete continued to execute perfect serves, one right after the other, each gliding smoothly over the net dropping just inside the baseline.
“All day, poor guy, I doubt he’ll ever get over the double fault that handed the win to his opponent at the National Championship!”
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Christopher Burns via Unsplash.
like mercury colliding... 