Photo Prompt

A Glint of Hope

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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.

Praying for Rain

/ Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 7 Comments

Samantha woke to the rustle of dry leaves and gusts of wind. The springs creaked as she pulled herself from the old, worn bed. Her damp, silk slip clung to her as she moved toward the window. She leaned against the sill and felt the stroke of the cool breeze. She tilted her head back ran the wet cloth down the length of her neck and prayed for rain.

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Route 66

/ 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.

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Death Walk

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The Kill Zone
Reader Friday: Short Short Fiction
Posted: 26 Sep 2014 12:00 AM PDT

Using the above picture as a prompt, write a story in 100 words or less.

John rolled his head to the side without taking his eyes off his target. He wanted to yank the goddamn tie from his neck. It was choking him to death, but he didn’t dare. Sweat rolled down his back. He kept walking. Breathing was harder, suffocating. He pulled at the overcoat. He felt like he was buried alive. Ignoring the angry woman rushing past he glanced at the crosswalk, the changing light. He watched with horror as the man stepped from the curb and disappeared. He fell to his knees as her cries, “Daddy,” ripped through his soul.