Serious Problems – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!

“The charges are very serious! Do you have anything to say on your behalf?” The judge scowls down at his rebel rouser.

“It’s a smiley face. Hardy gang markings… I mean the old man there is a grump like you…sir.” Manny looks down for another answer on his shoes “Why can’t you people smile once in awhile?”

The judge looks perplexed. “Why I smile! I smile all the time around here. Don’t I Julie?”

The court stenographer looks back a little shocked. “Yes, sir”

“We have a serous job. There are consequences for things. We need to show that here. But I still smile. We try to have…. fun.” the judge smiles like it hurts him Yes, we try to have fun here.”

“I thought a chalk smile was fun! Something nice to see” Manny smiles.

“Chalk, did you say chalk? I’m really wasting my time on graffiti charges!” the judge loses his smile again. “Prosecutor! Give me those pictures and one hell of any explanation!”

167 words

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Sunday Whirl – Personalities

You challenge me with a route teeming with pretense. I should jump at the dearth of shock you attempt. How is it possible one could care so lightly? Not as individual drug, nor bulk helps to deal with you.

3Line Tales – Psychic Ad

“Are you sure someone can read it in a hundredth of a second?” Shiela looks upward.

“World’s Greatest Psychic seemed presumptuous, so…” Gabriel looks at her.

“But can they read it?!” Shiela questions

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Tale Weaver #140 – Water

“Come in Rogers. Are you there?” The silver box speaks again

“Piece of junk! Like the damn tin can that got us stuck here!” Rogers kicks a stone and tries it again. “Yes, we are here on this damn empty rock!”

“We have a read on you finally. We show ship is down. What’s your status?” the silver box squeals out it’s song.

“We’re stuck. Phillips is taping the ship together and calling this forsaken place Terra Firma. I’m looking for that water line on the map. I don’t think it works. The valve is missing.” Rogers calms down as he stares at the valve.

“You have 2 weeks worth of water left. You should just make a pick up if you can’t activate the ship.” the silver box continues “Check for life signatures, as your mission goals.”

“Well forget that life signature you saw here. The place is dead. Dead! Just like the two of us. Get another ship here. He can’t fix nothing without parts.” Rogers snaps back.

He touches the rusting wheel. His grandpa worked the waterline on Mars. He knew he wouldn’t be the one to die of thirst here.

FFAW- Front Page News

Thank you Elaine Farrington Johnson for our photo prompt this week!

Sharon ran through the house

“Samuel! You’re on the front page!” she yells across the house “Look!”

Reggie gets up from his chair to see his little boy on the page.

Mommy! Let me see too!” Samuel pops up from underneath the paper. “Just like Daddy said we changed the world. Didn’t we?”

Reggie casts a big grin at his son “Yeah, we sure did.”

His eyes move bad to the rest of the page. His mind says “No we didn’t”

92 words

Writing in Blanks

Plagued by a tub of words! I imagine spry swings of alliteration. But thumps of forgetable lines suck. No tap of the pencil changes things.

Gone

“What do you mean he’s gone?!” Abigail looks at her mom.

“The guy across the street. You know sits by the flower pots and waves to everyone.” Mom points with her right hand. “He’s gone”

“He told Sheila he was going to find peace very soon. He was weird” Abigail grows tired of this conversation

“Find peace? What kind of freak did we talk to all this time?” Mom furrows her brow

“Mom, maybe he was a psychopath or bank robber! How cool he lived right there.” Abigail taps on her phone “Im gonna be so cool. I lived never a real life criminal!”

“We don’t know that! You can’t tell people that Abby!” Mom looks concerned and stops to look at back across the street. “What if he was?”

(132 words)

Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer

Farewell – Photo Challenge #180

Dear People,

My time has come. You’ve spent eons trying to understand me. I have wrote my messages in blood, white chalk, paint and tried digital for awhile. The whole was “the End is near”. With humanity it always was. Every sense of fear created conquest, war, famine and death. My saddlecloth changes and your names do, as well. In my bid adieu, I cast the last light upon the end of your path.

My nature is much that of your languages. The ability to redefine what it is the I may be. In a final attempt to reveal the truth, I appear as I should to your modern words. You may not look upon my face, lest you may remember my true name. Your time for heroics past. Like your history and adherse to the myths of belief, you will rise into the air as dust.

Farewell. My efforts to teach you the importance of tomorrow and banding together have failed. Tomorrow, finally will come. Remember how you wanted to live your last day. It’s close.

Keep Off the Grass

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you!

“Boys, WHAT does the Sign say!” Glenda smiles at her transgressers.

Two boys halt as if caught in a spider’s web. They hop off the tandom bike together.

“Ugh. We just live over there. We always cut through here.” Joshua looks back at his younger brother.

“There’s a path. You make that by going over and over my lawn!” Glenda puts her right hand on her hip. Her left hand circles around the boys.

Slowly the boys leave the ground.

“I can keep you off the lawn in more than one way. Allow me to show you the only nice way!” Glenda cackles in laughter.

“Joshua! Let’s get out of here!” Thomas spinning his arms thinking of he flies like a bird it may help.

“Just let’s us go, please!” Joshua shakes as he sees what she had done to them. “We won’t ever did it again. Promise!”

“I know you will only be able to do it once more!” Glenda moves her right hand upward toward the left. She makes a line with hands moving opposite directions. ” I know.”

The boys fall Earthward. They jump on the bike never to be seen hete again.

187 words

Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/

Summertime

three line tales week 75: two bicycles in front of the ocean

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash
The two bikes peel decades from my life to when summer was an endless break.
Right here was where the obsession of Jenny started.
She smiled and took over her shirt and jumped into the water, it took me a minute to figure out to follow her. 
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