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.
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image at the top to inspire crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
It was strange using one of my own photos to write a story but I managed to come up with something without much difficulty. I can’t wait to see the other tales written using my photo.
Freak Alley in Boise, Idaho is actually an art gallery rather than just a graffiti fest on a set of walls. Nevertheless, I decided to spice things up with a duel. Fortunately, no one dies in this kind of contest.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit inlinkz.
My YA science fiction novel A Wobblegong And His Boy is up to twelve reviews/ratings on Amazon with 88% of them being 4 and 5 stars. Don’t forget you can also review my novel at Goodreads.
I was just interviewed yesterday about my book and another one will be recorded on Saturday. I’ll let you know when they are available for viewing.
Happy Wednesday.


I love graffiti but I have never been able to watch them doing their thing- I’d like to see that someday….
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