Photo Prompt

Hungry Fairies

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10 moths

Photo credit: Roxann Phillips

I had a little fun with this week’s prompt, and  the road less traveled.

              LUNA MOTH:

Although rarely seen due to their very brief (1 week) adult lives, Luna Moths are considered common.  As with all Saturniidae, the adults do not eat or have mouths.[4] They emerge as adults solely to mate, and as such, only live approximately one week. Flash Friday Fictioneers

HUNGRY FAIRIES

“Damn! Closed! You said they were open twenty-four hours. I’ve tasted a strawberry-banana smoothie the whole flight! Now, what?”
“Sorry. Maybe, we’re early. It isn’t like we can walk in the place an order, stupid.”
“Wait. A light flickered on in the back, I think. We might be in luck. What do you want?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You see that hunk of burning love putting on his apron? My mind isn’t on food, and with only a week to live? Well, that’s where this Luna plans to land. Strawberry-banana?”
“You’re such a fairy!”

Mom’s Vigil

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MOM’S VIGIL

She stood in the window oblivious to the noise. All her focus on the street and the big clock on the wall, as minutes ticked away. When the call came, in the middle of the night, she thought the worst. It’s what every mother did. Late night calls never bring good news, except this time. Unable to go back to sleep, she’d been cleaning, dusting, changing linen, and baking all her favorite things.

Would she really come? She toyed with the pearls hanging around her neck and glanced at the clock.

“No later than 11 o’clock, I promise, mom.” The clock said 10:45am. A feeling of dread began to move up slowly from the pit of her soul. Her chest tightened as tears of disappointment began pushing upward. She glanced at the clock one last time, 11:30. Her hands trembled as she reached up to pull the curtain closed when the knock on the door came.

Safe Haven

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SAFE HAVEN

She tiptoed across the kitchen floor, and eased open the back door, put her finger to her lips, “Sssh Lady,” and took off running.

Louise didn’t look back, but she heard her mother’s warning ringing in her ears, “I’ll skin you alive if you don’t stay out of that cow pasture, Louise!”

She couldn’t stop. Here is where she felt safe, in the cow pasture, talking to the cows, her daddy, and God. Mostly God, because He had all the answers.Louise ran to the fence jumped up, squealing.”Lady! Look!” She pointed, “He’s here, see the rainbow?”

Wrong Turn

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 Five Sentence Fiction -Foggy

WRONG TURN

It’s true what they say about other senses taking over,she’d never seen such blackness, or been so blind.The disgusting cologne he wore permeated the entire car making her gag on the duct tape he’d pulled across her face stifling her screams, and in an instant he’d thrown her to the ground, hog-tying her faster than cattle at a rodeo.

On high alert, she tried to memorize everything, the sounds, turns they made, the nubby carpet fibers,and pr ayed her searching fingertips would touch anything that might give her a chance. She could tell when he’d turned off the main road by the way she rolled and bounced inside the trunk, the smell of pine, crunch of gravel, and the dead quiet of the night.

A sickening wave of terror rushed through her as the car slowed, the tape tightened as she struggled and clawed at the darkness, her fingers finally brushing against the edge of something, his shovel, damp from the night soil, and she called out to God, “Please, help me.”