A Glint of Hope

May 22, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 11 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter

Fred stopped pacing and stared out the window. After three straight days of rain, he watched with growing trepidation, as the sun appeared in a blue sky. Every time it rained three days in a row, something bad happened. “Bad things come in threes,” his mom said. This time he prayed she’d be wrong.

He waited for the doctor to emerge from his wife’s hospital room. “Please God, give me a sign.”

A singular leaf caught his attention. Five clinging drops glinted at him as if in Morse code. Rain. Hearing footsteps, he turned. The doctor was smiling.

Friday Fictioneers (hosted by Rochelle)- 100 words or less, inspired by a weekly photo prompt. Check out all the other entries here and be sure to comment.

Loves Appeal

January 29, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 13 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge.

Ellen cringed as the door squealed in protest. “Come inside,” she said waving to Bill.

“Are you crazy? This place is ancient.”

“Stop being negative. This place is perfect. Look at the windows, the light, and space. My God, it’s like an open canvas.” She spun around like a schoolgirl. “Can’t you see it?”

“What I see is a money pit,” he said lifting the cord on the strange switch box. “Who wired this place, Mickey Mouse?” He shook his head, “But, I see the appeal.”

She squealed, clapping her hands. “Yes?

“A suckers born every minute,” he said, smiling.

Route 66

January 8, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 28 Comments

The following photo is the ubiquitous PHOTO PROMPT. Study it. There are many roads you can take. Tell us where it leads in a hundred words or less.

*BEGINNING, MIDDLE AND END *

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays

I couldn’t have imagined a more romantic setting, for our honeymoon, than the Grand Canyon with its breathtaking views.

In spite of the cold winter winds and the ominous clouds which followed us, we threw the top back on the rented, 1991 white Mustang, and drove the historic Route 66.

The vast open range, Havasupai Indian Reservation, with its free ranging cows, and the hills of Sedona left me speechless with delight.

The caverns took us back in time, Hopi House gave us a piece of pottery history, and our companion clouds a Canyon blizzard.