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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

The photo this week is a sign post with four colorful arrows pointing in different directions. From the top down: the arrow points to the left and says. “This way.” The next points right and says, “That way.” The third arrow points right and says, “Go back” and the bottom points left and says, “Tea Party.” Have fun with it!

Genre: Anecdote
Word count:100

THE PEACE, HOPE, AND LOVE TOUR

2020 began with Alzheimer’s robbing us of what was left of my husband’s mother after ten years. In February, our football team made it to the Super Bowl for the first time in fifty years—and won!

In March the pandemic turned the world on its ear and shut down life as we knew it.

What would we have done without Facebook, Zoom, or our friend Bradley who gave an online concert every Sunday night? The screen was always bass-ackwards, but his sweet songs kept a lucky group of us connected and somewhat sane.

Thanks for the music, buddy!

I’m pretty sure this was Bradley’s first venture forth after COVID. He really was a light in the darkness during those months of lock down.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The photo this week was snapped at a flea market. The shelf unit is in front of a window. The lower shelves are fully of colorful bottles. On the second shelf up there is a doll on the left and a glass angel on the right. From there on up the shelves are loaded with all manner of doll heads.

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Genre: Fiction
Word Count:100

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Sifting through shards of her grandmother’s treasured porcelain vase, Carla fumed.

Five-year-old Angela hung her head. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“What were you thinking? You know better than to throw a basketball in the house.”

In a fit of anger, Carla ran to her daughter’s room and ripped the head and stuffings from Big Bird. Yellow fuzz drifted to the floor like snowflakes.

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Years later Angela recounted the incident to her own children with, “Let this be a lesson to you, kiddies.”

Her son gasped. “You wouldn’t do it to us, would you, Mommy?”  

“Break one of my things and find out.”

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Ask your local library to carry LAST DANCE WITH ANNIE. (Thanks, Lisa 😉 ) Audio book out soon!

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PHOTO PROMPT c, Dale Rogerson

This is no basket ball in the photo this week. It’s a well-rounded hornets nest built against the side of a building. At the bottom of the nest you can see a few of the little buzzing, stinging creatures. Run!

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

THE MONSTERS ARE DUE ON MAPLE STREET

Stubbing out his third cigarette, the young playwright pored over his script.

“Wouldn’t want to upset the censors,” he muttered under his breath. He set his hands on his typewriter. “That’s it! A street in the suburbs is cut off from the rest of neighborhood. The residents convince themselves that one of their neighbors is an alien from outer space.

“In the end, extra-terrestrials orchestrated the isolation, then stood back and watched gullible humans turn on each other.”

Rod Serling smiled as he put the finishing touches on his stingingly profound Twilight Zone episode. Social commentary cloaked in science fiction.

We have met the enemy and he is us.

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Was he a prophet? Sometimes I wonder.

Enough said.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The photo this week is from Yours Truly. I snapped it in beautiful downtown Wilmington NC where I am this point in time. This is the Riverwalk by the Cape Fear River. The sidewalk is wooden. To the left are railings by the river. On the right is a fence. We see older buildings in the distance. On the left, further down the walkway is a street light. There are green trees to the right. A sunny hot day in North Carolina.

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Genre: Truthful Fiction
Word Count: 100

As it turns out, I’m in Wilmington NC this week, 😀 A recent story on CBS Sunday Morning caused me to dig deeper into this shameful piece of American history.

DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN

In high school we weren’t taught about the Wilmington coupe, reported as a “race riot,” when white supremacists drove elected black city officials from their offices at gunpoint. Fine upstanding citizens were forced to flee and take refuge in a swamp.

My beautiful friend Shaliza and I were shocked when this history came to light.

I’m ashamed at the realization that my great-great-grandfather was one of the red shirts who very well could’ve gunned down Shaliza’s great-great-grandfather.

She and I embraced at a recent ceremony at Memorial Park

Could someone explain to me what makes white skin superior to brown?

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PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles

Prompt Description: Today’s prompt features a long stone walkway between rows of buildings. The building on the left is embellished with a mural on a red background. There are black posts on either side connected by wires at the top from which a Liberty bell replica is hanging.

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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100

FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

“Grandmargie, tell me story,” said little Margaret.

Margaret smiled at her young namesake. “What would you like to hear, sweetheart?”

The child climbed onto her lap. “Tell me about when you were young. What was it like acting in the movies back in the olden days?”

“It was great fun, and I made some lovely friends.” Margaret grinned. “Imagine my excitement when my agent called to tell me they were considering me for an important role in The Wizard of Oz. ‘Oh I’ve always loved that book,’ I said. ‘What part?’ And he said, “The witch, of course. What else?’”

She terrified generations of children. However, in reality, she started out as a kindergarten teacher who adored children…and their little dogs, too. 😉

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The photo is a photo of a man taking a photo with his camera of a fruit plate, a cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. Behind the food and drinks is an iPad with a black and white photo of a man painting.

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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100

FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION

“Shall I tell you a bedtime story?” Barbara tucked the covers around her granddaughter.

Six-year-old Naomi wrapped her arm around her plush pig pillow. “It’s okay I have a story app.”

Barbara gritted her teeth. “Feh on story apps.”

Shutting her eyes, the child grinned. “Bubbie stories are better.”

“Once upon a time, when I was your age, people only used their telephones to talk to people. No texting. No cameras to take pictures of everything we ate.”

Naomi opened her eyes wide. “Gosh Bubbie, you really lived in olden times.”

“It’s true. We didn’t even have a color television.”