One’s shadow.

The image looked so familiar.

His stance is carefree, f a young lad who knows his worth but feels not the need nor pressure to guard it jealously.

His face smiles at me, a gaze so familiar. I feel as though I should know him.

But then so do many of the other faces. The wall is covered with pictures.

I feel they tell a story. Or is that one of those sayings mother used to repeat.

“Every picture is worth a thousand words.”.

Well, this could be worth a hundred words, if only I could remember them.

Photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-fields.

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Lands & times.

I am May Benchwater.

These lands are mine and my families to keep.

My father is Sir Hugh Hightower. He owns the land West of here.

We have lived here for eons.

Like the land you see, the Hightowers are an impossible people to conquer, even moreso to outwit.

The Benchwaters, however my new family by marriage are like the ocean. To trust their word is foolishness, to doubt it is to court death.

Hence, they make good allies. Beguiled with the tongues of the Benchwaters, an enemy is strategically subdued by the Hightowers.

It is a lovely heritage.

Photo prompt by Sandra Cook

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One foot in the grave

Photo prompt from Starsinclayjars

Victor hit the snooze button. Again.

It was Monday. Monday was never a good day to get up early.

Then Victor remembered, it was his last day at work. After this, everyday
would be the same.

…..Buttoning up his shirt vigorously, Victor wondered how ten minutes always
became thirty minutes on a Monday.

Where were his shoes? No, he needed a hot drink first.

He opened the cupboard door, then sighted something under the table.

Misjudging the distance, he knocked his forehead against the table.

Springing back up to right himself, he rammed straight into the cupboard
door.

Ahhrrgg Mondays!!


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This weeks prompt reminded me of the comedy series One foot in the grave. I tried my best to write a story of mishaps, hope you enjoyed it. Click the link to read what wikipedia has to say about the series.

Faulty shadow walkers.

Photo prompt courtsey of Dale Rogerson

I could hear them coming.

I knew what awaited me, my fate had been cast in stone many moons ago.

They would question me, prod at me endlessly.

Even though we had gone through this ritual multiple times. I never knew what to expect.

They attempted to creep up on me, as though this gave them the advantage.

They needn’t bother with the subtility, for they failed woefully at it. They could not sneak up on stale cheese even if they tried.

I waited in trepidation; my reprieve was over.

“Hi dad,” They both shrieked.

Work was over, life continued.


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Green eyed

Five years old:

“Jay can Gideon have a turn with your airplane?”

“No”

“It’s kind to share and …”

“Nooooooooooooo”

Gideon looked on with soulful eyes. Not a tint of green was seen.

Ten years old:

“Hey, pass me the ball.”

Steven passed to Matthew. Matthew passed it to Andrew.

Gideon ran around ignored, his eyes enlarged. Pupils tinted green like the field.

Fifteen years old:

Thomas sat tied to the goal post in his underwear.

His cigarettes and trousers swung from another’s shoulder.

They had ignored him but not anymore.

Green was a nice colour.

Photo prompt from Brenda Cox

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For loves sake!

In movies, these things always looked perfect. Bright campfires, people in synch with nature and themselves, star lit skies and off course a wishing star at the perfect moment. No ants or stray animals within a mile.

Or you could get the opposite. Dim lit campfires, creepy crawly choirs with one or two wild animals conducting the musical at a distant not so far from the camp site. And as for the skies, they stayed pitch black, not a star in site.

In reality, it was pretending to love your husband’s guitar skills while sitting on a damp log.

Photo prompt courtsey of Bill Reynolds.


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Carry on shopping

I see, I saw. A pair of glasses, flash. They keep my eyes from getting sore. The sun light can be so blaze. I see, I saw. A pressure pot, sealed tight. Reminds me of a slow burn. It bubbles up right ugly bright. I see, I saw. A clock as old as time, It’s hand still in rhythm. A ticking that passes miles. I see, I saw. A saw to put to work. “Nathan”! Right, time to close the antique shop and archive the poetry. The business of finding fresh organs was never slow.                                            Photo prompt frrom Rochelle Wisoff- Fields.
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Found but not lost.

Photo prompt from David Stewart

The daily guide. 9th of October, 2022

Following yesterday’s downpour St. Ornesty Street could only be described as an eye-sore. Flash floods were not new to the local residents. Even the mildest down pour was known to wreak havoc on the narrow street. However, yesterday’s episode seemed to have unearthed contents from an unknown abyss. According to our sources a drain had been damaged further upstream forcing its contents to the surface and the combination of poor drainage plus narrowed streets made St Ornesty Street the ideal home to two severed limbs. We await updates from the police.


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Training in progress

Photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Feilds.

The voice bellowed through the hall ways, “Lights out! No more talking, smiling, giggly or even blinking.”

“Get into your beds. Lie down flat. Snore if you like or must. “

“BUT! No moving or singing. And if you must pray, don’t let God or me hear any sounds from your bed space.” The voice concluded.

She lay in the bed, quiet as a mouse.Her legs squeezed as tight as possible.

She needed to pee. You either peed before lights out or roughly 30 minutes after.

No one had mentioned bladder training on the school curriculum.


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Collision

Photo prompt copyright Alicia Jamtaas

Her anticipation grew.

First came the whistling, as similar to her as her own heartbeat.

Next came the tingling of the bells.

She watched for him.

Today was for shopping. There would be two boxes tied to the back seat of
his bicycle. Full of fresh products for his stall.

But unlike other days, today he killed someone.

The death was swift.

The victim was split, lower limbs from torso; his intestines trailing from
the spinning wheels.

Neither the victim, perpetrator or spectator expected it.

She had giggled, he had finally noticed her, but not Marvin the scarecrow.

He. Died.

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