Friday Fictioneers – Shadows

24 05 2013

Hi folks. Always seem to be short of time these days, so here’s a quick and dirty bit of fluff based on today’s photo prompt. Not my best, but I wanted to contribute. For those of you not familiar with the Friday Fiction group, visit Rochelle to find out more. 100 words or so of fiction based on a photo prompt. It only takes five minutes (well it did today), so why not give it a go?

(c) Danny Bowman

Shadows

As the first rays of sun warmed my back, the last dregs of energy drained from my aching limbs.

I could see them out the corner of my eye; distorted human shadows winking in and out.

When I saw the payphone a block away, my hopes resurfaced. But when I got there they were crushed so deeply that they’d never see the light of day again. As I stared mutely at the broken handset, the shadow of a raised arm swept slowly up the front of the phone. I tried to dive, but the knife was too quick.



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Friday Fiction – The Art of the Deal

10 05 2013

The Friday Fictioneers are an eclectic mix of bloggers from around the world, all of whom love to entertain us with 100 words of fiction on a Friday based on a photo prompt. To find out more, visit Rochelle’s blog. Why not join in, we’re a friendly bunch. Mostly.

(c) Ted Strutz

The Art of the Deal

Leaving the blissful heat of Fifth Avenue behind, I stepped into the cool – but surprisingly bright – Icon Grill. Best described as eclectic, the decor was a wonderful mishmash of different art styles all created by young Seattle artists. Which was exactly why it was one of my better hunting grounds.

It was quiet today; maybe midday was too early for struggling artists. No matter, someone would be here soon. Someone desperate for success. Someone willing to make a deal. Sooner or later, I’ll gain another soul.







Friday Fictioneers – Homesick

2 05 2013

Woohoo! I made it, and it’s only Thursday!  Kinda makes up for last week, don’t cha think? See Rochelle’s blog if you want to know whats what. Basically, 100 words of fiction based on a photo prompt. Go!

(c) Kent Bonham

Homesick

As the suns set over New Barcelona, and weary settlers headed for home, the plastcrete building in Gaudi Square morphed into Casa Battló once more.

Staring at the famous masked balconies and the beautiful organic stonework brought on a deep pang of homesickness. I missed the old city; not to mention the San Miguel and the wonderful tapas at La Cova Fumada.

Even as I watched, the balconies started to flow back into the building once again as the heritage AI rearranged the plastcrete.

The building shrunk, squared up, and finally produced those oh so familiar delicious smells.

Thank you.