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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