This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
“Pine island only reachable by boat….. Or kayak” George’s voice peaks and finishes the pitch to get away.
“You are serious?! It’s a long way for a first trip.” Bridget knows the look on his face. “Someone owes me…if I do this.”
Bridget stares up at the Sun. The waves of turquoise wash over her. Her body rides the tide.
Her mind plays the conversion over and over again.
The scene of the two red kayaks on the beach. The soft wind plays on every sense. Smells of salt. Palm leaves flex and sing. Warm caress of the Sun. A weird sensation of blood in her mouth.
George briefly smiles. A sharp point about the shoulder blade. Bridget falls. George looks down upon her. Then the water covers her.
“A new start for us! I told you if i couldn’t have you… Noone would!” George smiles again.
4. Cabal (n)) a small group of secret plotters, as against a government or personin authority. the plots and schemes of such a group; intrigue. a clique, as inartistic, literary, or theatrical circles.)
6. Asomatous (adj.)) Having no material body.)
12. Fremdschämen (v)) To feel ashamed about something someone else has done. )
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
A small hum precedes a blip. The cabal stands above an opaque item.
“Upon this paper. the absolute power. Asomatous. No body to falter.” One voice rises.
Looking at them, I feel the sense of fremdschämen. They look so serious.
Highland Fire outside Payson, AZ
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinner. Thank you Yarnspinner!
Below me the village spreads out. I have a name but I’d prefer to make our meeting a surprise to him. Business decision. My pack can only hold so many things that protect but remain unseen.
The mountain ridge forms a spine. It builds a beast is called isolation. I couldn’t be any stranger to them down there. The advantage is noone knows why I’m passing through. The old farmers some talk at me anyway. And they are all that seems to live there.
Their clan may decrease by one. I reach back to the lower left pocket. A six inch blade, pummel waiting for that firm handshake. One’s man riches balance on that knife tip. I have my opinion of whose riches should come out on top.
Written as a part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-april-4-2017/
“Bessie has been here for three weeks. She can read quite get passed the Roadside test. Any ideas?” Cory pulls down the bill of his ball cap. His gaze locked on his baby that won’t leave.
“Ok. We get the tractor over here. I’ll put some straw on the front of it. I’ll go really close so she sees the straw. And she will follow me with her head.” Craig gets all bright eyed. His hands take flight as he shows the tractor and the cow moving.
“That’s the stupidest idea ever…..” Cory snaps his head sideways toward his friend. “But everything else failed.”
Cory stands cross armed watching. An old tractor grumbles. Bessie looks at the noise. As it gets closer, she moves toward the fence. The tractor stats about 12 feet away. Bessie turns her head to watch it go by.
“Go back and do that again! You got her to do it.” Cory yells at Craig.
Craig takes a big swing around. Her head follows. Her drives by again.
Bessie has learned to watch traffic.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for details, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/02/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-february-28-2017/