One Last Moment of Beauty

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Michael stopped, startled not so much by the shocking red, but that something beautiful could exist against the background of ugliness.

It had been so long since he’d let himself see anything in the world except injustice and the need for vengeance and retribution. He looked at the flower and remembered his mother before she died. Then he recalled that all beauty died with her and finished snapping the magazine into his illegal automatic handgun.

Walking around to the front of the house, he rang the bell. A man answered. Michael aimed at the chest of one of the rapists.

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On A Dark Desert Highway

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“I’m getting too old for this.” Jack wanted to put on a pair of sunglasses to beat the desert glare as he drove but he didn’t wear contacts anymore and needed his regular glasses to see pretty much anything.

“Up and down this damned freeway,” he complained. “I was raised in the desert.” He eased his car around a curve keeping an eye on his speed. “Buried Dad’s ashes here like he wanted but that was ages ago. Why am I still here when there are greener places?”

“It’s almost over.” The voice in his head was strange yet comforting.

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Summer Vacation

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PHOTO PROMPT © C. E. Ayr

The hiking trail had been a refreshing interlude but he always came back to the same place. Facing the dehumanizing blocks of motel rooms, Richard sagged wishing he could stay among the trees with a roof of clouds and sky.

But she didn’t like to camp, said sleeping bags made her itch, and motels served a free breakfast.

“I can’t face it all again and especially her.” He stopped to glare at the suite of prison cells. “Hell with it.”

He turned around. The sun would set soon and he would be alone. Richard wondered who would find his bones.

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Duel in Freak Alley

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PHOTO PROMPT © James Pyles

They called it “Freak Alley” for a good reason. It was summer when they faced each other. Zephyr realized he didn’t quite remember the argument’s source. Then he saw Jaison at the other end and his blood virtually boiled recalling something about a matter of honor.

“You ready for it?” Jaison yelled with scorn.

“Who needs to be ready for you?” Zephyr spat back.

“Then let’s do it!” Jaison relaxed his hand and let the bag he was holding fall open.

Zephyr did the same and pulled out his first can of spray paint.

The graffiti duel ran for hours.

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She Can’t Hear Me Anymore

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

He watched her sitting in the same chair she always occupied. This was the resting spot on her daily walks where she watched the island. It and the empty chair beside her held terrible memories that would forever possess her.

“Lily.” He called her name but of course she couldn’t hear him. In a few moments she would go back to her walk eventually returning to the home they once shared.

All the while, he was trapped here, maybe forever. She could never forget the day she murdered him and he would always haunt these two chairs and the island.

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Not All Is Well Over The Rainbow

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

Charles and Leon’s white and black fingers intertwined while exploring Eureka Springs.

“Glad we got here a few days early for their Pride event,” said Charles.

“Uh huh,” muttered Leon.

They started walking down a set of rainbow steps. Charles was fairly trotting while Leon let go of his hand and slowed to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” Charles looked back at him craning his neck
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“This town used to have a lot of blacks in it,” lamented Leon. “I got old family photos. First the whites segregated us, then kicked us out.”

“That’s the real reason you came,” said Charles.

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Hank And Bob Are Available To Accept Your Sacrifices

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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

“I really hate these damn toys, Bob,” said Hank the propane barbecue on the left.

“Me too,” replied Bob, the one on the right. “They make too much damn noise and that motorized one is especially irritating. Kids should not be disturbing the sanctity of the backyard.

“Shall we consume them?” Hank asked eagerly.

“Won’t they melt and gum us up?” observed Bob.

“Hadn’t thought of that,” said Hank. “How about flamethrower action?”

“Yeah!” They opened their mouths and threw out white-hot flames of destruction.

Hours later, the firefighters had put out the blaze much to Hank and Bob’s chagrin.

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Junk Food Dragon

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

Twelve-year-old Warren finally stumbled into the clearing. He was tired of Jean and Bobby complaining that the treasure map he took from the trunk in Grandpa’s basement was bogus.

“I told you we’d find it,” he said.

“Find what?” asked Jean panting. “It’s just a wall and a bunch of junk.”

“Wait,” cried Bobby. “A giant keyhole with dragons on either side.”

“Fake dragons,” Jean smirked.

The brick wall flexed like plastic and they heard a gigantic burp. Out popped an old bird fountain.

“Excuse me,” said the dragon’s voice from inside. “I ate too much junk food last night.”

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Aftermath in the Shadows

Roger's window

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Anthony put on his robe as he left the bedroom. Vague lights from the Brooklyn Bridge outside his window passed through the shades casting macabre shadows across the living room.

He sat heavily onto his grandfather’s old upholstered chair and let himself enjoy the fatigue that came over him after making love to Dolingren. She was not an easy woman to be with but the joys most often outweighed the anguish.

Even at this late hour, the sound of traffic came into his apartment unabated. It was life. The vampire in his bed was death but she was also ecstasy.

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The Food and Selfie Wars

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“I told you I’d only come to dinner with if you wouldn’t take pictures of your food like the paparazzi chasing a movie star!” Ed was on his feet fuming at the four other people sitting around the table.

“Look,” started Martin, “I’m sorry. I just forgot.” He tried disarming Ed’s temper with a shy smile. “Just let me get in this quick shot and post it to Bluesky.”

“That’s it!” Ed reached behind him and under his jacket producing a really nasty looking .45 semi-automatic pistol. He aimed it right at Martin’s smartphone starting the Food and Selfie Wars.

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