Place to dream

“I need a place to dream,” Polly said looking out at the high rises around her.

“Well, the bed is right there,” Mother said irritating her further. She returned to her book, drowning in it, escaping her boxed reality.

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PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

The beauty of the place took her stale breath away, infusing her with fresh life. The “shorter route” had led them to paradise.

“Mom! This… I don’t know what to…”

“I know dear. Go dream” Mother said leading her forward through the string of starry fairy lights. For that night, they let the nothingness beyond the tent weave theirs dreams.

Word count: 99


Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictoneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.


Thank you, Rochelle and Jan for this stunning pic. It really is a place of dreams and starry nights.

The beacon

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sahil anxiously opened the door to his tiny apartment. Rita hadn’t answered his calls all day and now the apartment was completely dark. He immediately rushed to the bathroom – its light glowing like a beacon. Here, he found her note.

“All these years you let me wallow in penury. You never let me have even 100 bucks for myself. How could you have been so selfish you bastard! Don’t try to contact me and good luck finding your stash.”

Sahil collapsed on the floor. He thought he had gotten away with the heist… If only she had called him!

Word count: 100


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Emma’s rock

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PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr

“Why are you late to school Emma?” demanded Vicki.

“It’s not MY fault. That rock in front wouldn’t stop talking!”

“Emma, you are a big girl now. You cannot get away with such stories.”

“But it is TRUE! He speaks to me every day”

“Oh really? What does he tell you?”

“You know, how his mother was so angry, she fumed for weeks and then threw him out on a red river. He finally stopped here. He says he was so lonely till I became his friend.”

Vicki could not help laughing. Emma had summarized the previous lesson so beautifully!

Word count: 100


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Lovely day

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

She was nervous as she stepped into the drab office for the meeting. At least there were flowers to look at among the piles of stacked boxes while she waited. Rajan entered cheerfully and shook her hand.

“Lovely day isn’t it? Hope you could find our office easily.”

“Oh yes! No problem.”

“Please, how can I help you Mrs. Karthik”.

“Actually” she hesitated. “How do I say this? As you know, you owe the bank more than 10 lakhs. I have come to tell you that if this situation continues, we would need to confiscate your assets. Hope you understand.”

Word Count: 100


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Relic from the past

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Felicia fondly observed the trees through the window from her desk in the public office. They had grown over the thirty years of her service to be more majestic than her shriveled self. The phone below was probably older. A relic from the past; like she would be when she retires. Both would be forgotten…. soon.

She was distracted by a little girl pulling her father to the phone. As he picked her up, she placed the receiver to her ears, consumed with excitement. Felicia smiled. Perhaps some relics would survive still, if only by the curiosity of the young.

Word Count: 100


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The search

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

I had feared the worst when I had not seen the old man for a few Sundays. I had searched for the immaculate, blue Volkswagen in front of the church; strained to glimpse him nodding to me from under the trees while he patiently waited. I had surmised his atheism was at peace with another’s faith. Where was he?

Next Sunday, I was relieved to see the car. After a hurried search in the trees, I entered the church to find him in tearful prayer. I gasped as I heard Father tell him “She is with Him. She is happy”.

Word count: 100


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The recluse

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PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

Laden with an assortment of items – paints, jars, crystals, marbles, buttons, she slipped unnoticed through the market, making her way back home. On reaching, she closed the door of her small one room home and smiled with relief. The ordeal was over.

She carefully arranged everything, reserving special tenderness for the lone window. She viewed it from the chair in front of her easel, admiring the golden streaks painted by the sun falling on the jar. Later, light would shine through the crystals in the candle stand to make a remarkable collage. She sighed contentedly and picked her brush.

Word count: 100


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The lady in the story might be a recluse who shies away from people and finds everyday activities tedious. However, she is an artist and finds joy in the colors and shapes of nature and works of art. She is content, happy and at peace, in the little abode, she calls home. I am quite taken by her I must admit. 🙂


Patience

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PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

The motion of his hand was fluid and rhythmic. The sheer repetition of the mechanical action dulled his senses, numbing his mind till he felt nothing at all. There were only him and the tool. Nothing else mattered.

He stopped, slightly startled when his mother approached his desk. She stared at the paper cup, crushed by him just half an hour back, overflowing with removed stapler pins. “Yes!!! Well done!!” she said triumphantly as she hugged her now calm son. The trick had worked!!! She was certain that with love and patience, together they would overcome his issues with temper.

Word Count: 100


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Faith

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Her excitement slowly melted into contentment as she walked the cobblestone streets, weaving her way to the sea. She had finally done it and on such a momentous day she felt the grace of the hot summer sun shimmering against bright blue skies. She couldn’t have asked for more.

On reaching, she sat completely absorbed by the sea she so loved, feeling blessed and grateful. In the quest for peace, she had discovered herself at last. She did not need the crutch of his love if the price was her self-respect. She now had faith – in herself and in God.

Word Count: 100


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The accident

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“Oh come on!! Now it’s raining too?!” yelled Rachel, hitting the steering of her car. The mother and baby were in critical condition and she could not afford to be late. Though Sean had already been assigned to perform the surgery, Rachel would take no chance. She HAD to be present.

As she approached the bridge, a car in front careened and rammed against its edge. Rachel veered to stop her car and ran to help. She spoke as she bent to help the unconscious, pregnant woman. “I promise. Nothing will happen to you. Not under my watch. Not again.”

Word count: 100


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The myth

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Satisfied, he got down from the apartment for a relaxed stroll. The gentle breeze cooled the sweat off of him as he considered the night’s work. He had perfectly executed his plan albeit with some difficulty. He walked into the bar nearby for a quiet celebration.

As he waited for his drink, he looked out the window to sight the magnificent, veiled full moon. He smiled, recollecting the myth of the full moon bringing monsters to life. Some people actually believed it! He knew the truth though. He would kill every week, irrespective of the phase of the moon.

Word count: 99 words


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