Tag Archives: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I Don’t Know If It’s Art, But I Know What I Like

muddy bridge

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Crime scene tape fluttered behind them as Detective Artemis Siku crushed another cigarette underfoot.

“Contaminating the crime scene?” Quinn Healy was new in forensics but still didn’t mind irritating the detective.

“Bet you think that’s mud.” Siku slowly exhaled a cancerous breath.

“Bet you think that’s feces,” countered Healy.

“That would be a lot of s…” Siku began to say.

“Blood,” Healy interrupted. “Just like the other four murders.”

“You’re sure the notes we’ve been getting are from the perp.” Siku reached for another smoke.

“He’s not in it for the killing,” replied Healy. “He likes making graffiti in blood.”

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Return of the Knight

sandra's castle

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.” —John Steinbeck—

Gawain, dressed in a forest green coat, stopped for a moment to admire some scarlet flower petals. The castle Hautdesert, now reduced to a tourist attraction, stood before him stirring lost emotions.

It was a bit early for the plebian crowds, but the main entrance was open for business. The tall man of green mourned silently at how the legends of old had been reduced to children’s tales.

Paying the fee in modern script, he quickly deviated from the visitor’s path to the hidden chamber where the sword Galatine could be found. With this, he would defeat England’s terrible invaders.

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End of Summer Musings

public pool

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“End of summer,” said Manny standing at his apartment’s patio railing. “They’ll be shutting the pool down soon. Good. People are so noisy.” He scanned up and left. “Whatever they’re doing on the side of that building looks dangerous.”

He took a sip of his coffee and continued to survey the familiar scenery.

“I really need to live someplace without neighbors,” he mused. “I’d like more privacy.”

The serial killer knew the buildings that served the public pool were vacant in winter but still too close to the street to serve as kill rooms plus moving the bodies was hazardous.

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Ending the Unending Tea Party: An Adventure

sign

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

“Which way should we go, Mikey?” Exuberant six-year-old Sarah held the young man’s hand while hopping up and down.

“You don’t even know how to read yet,” said her nine-year-old sister Spring in mock disdain.

“I can read some words,” pouted Sarah.

“We’re here for an adventure, said Mike encouragingly, “not to argue, okay?”

The sisters grudgingly agreed with their favorite uncle.

“Don’t tell her what the red sign says,” insisted Spring.

“I know what T-E-A says.” Sarah stuck her tongue out.

“A tea party sounds like fun,” said Mike. “Let’s see if we can ‘unmurder’ time at this one.”

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What Does The Lord Require Of You?

Touro Synagogue

PHOTO PROMPT © A member of the Fields Family who didn’t care to be Identified

He might have been a man, tall and imposing, wearing ancient and intimidating armor. He held a drawn sword in his right hand standing before the centuries old synagogue. Strangely, none of the casual passersby reacted to his presence. Only one man was on his face in the grass before him trembling.

“Rise,” said the warrior. “Fear not, for God is with you.”

Young Abraham slowly stood but still couldn’t meet the angel’s eyes.

“What…what do you want of me?”

“What God always wants of His people Israel. Justice. The minions of Lilith are gaining dominion. Ready yourself for war.”

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The Children’s Justice

doll heads

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Sid didn’t know what made him pull off the interstate and drive into that little no-name town. It had only one main street not long enough for a traffic light. He passed a diner offering big burgers and parked in front of a curio shop.

The little bell rang over the door as he tromped in still not understanding why he was there. An old woman greeted him.

“What you are looking for is by the window.”

“Doll heads?” he murmured feeling scared.

The voices of all the children the serial killer had murdered shrieked his name stopping his heart.

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The Infested

hornet's nest

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“You can’t blame my client for these crimes.” Marie’s attorney Michael Caan was the best in the business and even in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary, the jury and judge felt swayed.

“We’ve provided expert testimony,” Caan continued, “that demonic hornets infested her brain when she committed the crimes. She wasn’t legally responsible for her actions.”

Wearing yellow and black, dozens of self-proclaimed “Hornet Women” in the gallery and hundreds outside continued to cheer Marie on. She was a symbol for all women like them.

Yet, a trio of soft sobbing voices from beyond kept asking, “Why?”

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Afterwards

hotel-frederick

PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson

Glenn trudged up the steps of the old hotel. His overcoat covered most of the signs of battle, a scorched jacket and trousers as well as the blood. His face had a few bruises, but it was late and the light was low in the hotel lobby.

He casually nodded at the young night guy who was glued to his smartphone. Thank God for addictions, at least in this case.

He closed and locked the door to his room behind him and then set up his wards. That he defeated a demon tonight didn’t mean there weren’t others out there.

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Dwindling

nesting cups

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

Once I was straight and tall, like an oak tree, like a stone spire. But time has a way with things and with people and I started getting smaller.

It’s okay really. This happens to all of us. That’s why we have children and grandchildren. As we grow smaller, they get bigger. Hopefully, they’ll even become better versions of ourselves but there are no guarantees.

In a way, it’s like what John said about Jesus in the Bible. I must decrease so he can increase. Age has shown me that, too though I wish I would have learned it sooner.

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Peace is a Decision

walkway

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Aidan had almost forgotten this feeling.

For an hour, he surrendered his need to walk as fast as possible, to keep his heart rate elevated. He didn’t have to rush to the gym or keep track of his calories. He especially didn’t have to fret over the news or social media. Sometimes it was nice to be at peace.

“There have always been trials in life and tribulations in the world,” he said to himself. It wasn’t exactly a quote from the Bible, but close enough.

“I’ve so often prayed for peace, but peace is a decision, not a gift.”

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