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Invisible

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

“They don’t make shoes like they used ta’. Why, when I was a shoeshina’, folks had one good pair fa’ work, anotha’ fa’ Sundays, an’ slippas fa’ home. I could coax a nickel shine outa any fine piece o’ leatha’. That was my spot right there. It was a good first job for a young scrappa’ like me. Kep’ me outa trouble, Mama said. She was probly right.”

“What are you jabbering about Gramps?! Trains coming. Gotta go!”

“I was jes’ gonna show you…aw, neva’ mind. Things jes’ aint the same. Mighty shame that is. Mighty shame.”

“Gramps!!! Come. ON!”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by Sarah Potter.


The Little Things

Photo by © Kelvin M. Knight

No one tells you it’s the little things that rip through your heart. Everyone is prepared for the big things. You know, the personal effects, insurance settlements, bank account adjustments, clearing out closets…those necessary motions one must endure, get through, in the wake of death.

I was not ready for the quiet. I’m not okay having the remote to myself. You were right. I do channel surf too much. The toilet seat is always down and the bed is too big.

And now this! You always hated wheat bread. Damn you! I can’t even make a sandwich without falling apart.

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Kelvin M. Knight.


Graveyard of the Woobies

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PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman

“Are you sure this is the place?”
“Positive. I remember that hill.”
“Well, let’s get to it then. Grab a shovel.”
“You know it was just a joke. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“A joke you say? It has haunted me for 30 years. How could you do such a thing to a kid?”
“Jeeze man! What are you gonna do with that dirty old…”
“Woobie…it was my woobie. Does it matter? I just want it back.”
“Oh…I had a secret invisibility cloak once. It didn’t work or anyth…”
“Shut up and dig!”

~kat

94 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer challenge based on the photo above by Danny Bowman.


Speckled Monsters


“Come along now Bertie,” ‘Lisbeth lilted, hoping to mask the inconsolable grief and horror that gripped her heart, “your princess chariot awaits!”

“Smallpox,” the doctor had whispered after examining the child earlier that day. “We must transport her to the island straight away.”

“Where are we going, mama?” Bertie asked as she lay in her mother’s embrace.

“To a beautiful castle my darling girl, where you can rest and get well.”

But Bertie, as her mother feared, would succumb days later, a prisoner of the castle, its moated barrier meant to contain speckled monsters like her behind its crenelated parapets.

~kat

A 100-word historic dramatization for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge. It is inspired by the above photo by Roger Bulltot.

When I researched the photo, I discovered that this place is the modern-day view of the ruined remains of the Smallpox Hospital in New York City. Located on the southernmost tip of Roosevelt Island, formerly known as Blackwell Island, and surrounded on all sides by the East River, it was designed by architect James Renwick, Jr.

Renwick is famous for designing other notable gothic structures, including St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City and the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC.

Stereoscopic photograph of the original Smallpox Hospital building

From 1856 until 1875, the small 100-bed facility served as the city’s small pox asylum treating about 7,000 patients a year. After some additions to the structure, it became a nurse’s school before being abandoned altogether in the 1950’s.

In 1972 it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and in 1980 it was added to the New York State Register of Historic Places. Read more about the Smallpox Hospital HERE.

“Speckled Monster” is a nickname coined in England and attributed to the formal name of the Smallpox virus, Variola, which is derived from the Latin word varius, meaning “spotted”.


Glamping

PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

Like two kids in a toy store, Todd and Julia filled their Camping World cart with hundreds of dollars worth luxury equipment: an elevated airbed, solar-powered shower kit, deluxe outdoor kitchen with propane grill and a French press.

Todd set up the tent and other essentials while Julia happily strung battery-operated lights around the campsite. After a gourmet dinner they settled in for the night.

“Just listen to that. Silence.” Todd whispered. “Isn’t this great?” he sighed.

“No,” Julia whined, “I miss noise. Can we go home?”

“Now?!”

“Now. Don’t hate me. I just don’t think I’m into roughing it.”

~kat

100 Words exactly for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge inspired by the photo above by Jan Wayne Fields.


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