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Off the Grid

“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.


Bloody Illusion

derelict-building-sandra-crook

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.


Spinning Cups

photo by © J Hardy Carroll.


While scrolling through social media, Lucy stopped suddenly.

“Do you recognize this photo?” the text said.

“I do!” she thought, “those are the Spinning Cups at Lakeview Amusement Park. I wonder if it’s still there?”

She expanded the photo. “That’s me and…” she glanced at the profile picture, “and that’s my cousin Sue! Wow! How many years has it been?”

Lucy read the post, “My name is Sue Miller. I’m looking for my cousin, Lucy. Please share.”

Lucy messaged her right away.

She spent the next week catching up, making up for lost time, until time ran out for Sue.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers‘ Challenge inspired by this photo by © J Hardy Carroll.


The Webs – Part 2

99 words today for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday FIctioneers Photo Prompt Challenge. (Photo Prompt by ©️Victor and Sarah Potter.) When I saw the photo I could not resist doing a Part 2 to last Week’s story

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter
The Webs – Part 2

Dr. Lloyd’s horrible demise had been captured in real time on video revealing the terrible truth about the beautiful webs. As the images went viral fear gripped the hearts of people worldwide.

Every nation joined forces against the alien attack. Military teams were dispatched to the landing sites with orders to torch the web pods, and tanks armed with missiles were sent to deal with the creatures.

But it was too late. While the world slept that fateful night, the creatures had laid millions of eggs that hatched at the first light of day…and the arachnoid hatchlings were hungry.

~kat


The Webs

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Webs

They were so beautiful. The weblike pods appeared overnight in city centers, farm fields and small villages. News of their presence swept the globe as the sun rose over the horizons of each time zone. The greatest minds of science were called to investigate, and areas cordoned off so as not to disturb them.

One such expert carefully snipped a small piece to take back to the lab. The netting fluttered softly as he turned away. The horrified look on the faces of onlookers made him crouch as if to protect himself as a spider-like creature swooped in devouring him.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Challenge based on this photo by ©Roger Bultot.


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