Friday Fictioneers: Glasses

Mimi stood on the porch patting her head. “What?” Tom asked. “I forgot where I left my glasses.” “Where were you last?” “Kitchen.” Kitchen was clean except for one cup of tea. “Found… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Yes

“What happened to it? It didn’t look like that when I gave it to you.” “It’s grown since then.” “A sign of our love?” “A sign that even when I ignore you, you… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Future

Don’t. Why? You know why. She’s dangerous. I can make up my own mind. Not if she gets her claws in you. She’ll tell you who, what, were, and when. She’ll plan your… Continue reading →

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Property

Tax assessment office called. Found property in my name. It wasn’t an unusual phone call for my large family. A hundred years or so ago some family member bought property, somewhere along the… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Distraction

They did it for fun, pushed their friend in a wheelchair uphill. It became a distraction to those who gathered to watch. I felt the hand reaching to pickpocket. I grabbed it, twisted,… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: Last Boat and Then Some

Sunday, mid-morning, and a boat filled with happy, but reluctant passengers motored out unto the ocean heading for the mainland. “Last boat to leave,” Sasha said with a tired sign. “End of tourist… Continue reading →

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: They’re Just Birds

“Don’t get out?” Gloria said. “Why?” Jake asked. “Old Man Nelson uses big white geese to guard his house instead of dogs.” “What?” “I’m telling you. They’re worse than pit bulls. They grab… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Don’t Seem Right

“Impatiens, that is an airplane.” “Oh, Grandpa.” “My granddad rode a horse across America.” “That would take years.” “Months, not years. He saw the plains, prairies, mountains, and all kinds of wild life.”… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Colorado Mountain

“Where is this train going again?” “Town of Silver Springs, abandoned silver mine now a tourist town.” “Okay.” “What are you doing?” “It’s 8 in the morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I’m… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Goddess Sleeps

She was never supposed to tell, but the secret was too great. She covered her eyes and slept. They built a town around her in her honor. Now it was time to wake… Continue reading →