Archive | September, 2013

Photo Fiction: September 29th 2013

29 Sep

Photo Fiction: September 29th 2013

27 09 September 29th 2013

The message received by authorities warned of a suicide bomber at the embassy. The bomb is set to go off at three, the caller warned.

Local police and special services converge on the scene with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

In front of the building a group of about one hundred protesters wave signs and chant the innocent are not collateral damage. They stop in their tracks and stare at the arriving vehicles.

Captain Tom Richardson quickly scans the crowd. There is not a moment to lose, the clock showing mere seconds to go. He signals to his men who rush toward a woman standing near the center, her head covered by a hijab. The men throw her hard to the ground.

The last thing the captain ever sees in this life is the smile of the sweet old lady who comes to stand next to him a mere instant before her handbag explodes, drowning out the chiming of the clock.


28 Sep
Trifextra: Week Eighty-Seven
This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature, from history or from pop culture. Just make it yours and have fun with it. Good luck
I once knew a man who firmly believed he was the most important person in the world. Now he sits high on his pedestal with his three remaining friends.
Me, myself, and I
Trifextra: Week Eighty-Seven

F.S.F. Magnetic

27 Sep


Their second date is over and Lewis walks Jackie to her door.

As she turns to say goodbye he reaches out and pulls her into his arms.

She lifts her head a couple of times and then stands still.

“Tonight’s my lucky night” he thinks “can’t help it if I am a chick magnet.”

“I’m sorry” she mutters into his chest “but my earring is caught in your sweater”

Carpe Diem Special # 59

26 Sep

Carpe Diem Special #59, Southard’s fifth and last one for this month “widening rings”

a patter of rain …
the lily-pad undulates
on widening rings

(c) O. Mabson Southard


ring within ring

illuminating Saturn

for eternity

Friday Fictioneers..Doors

25 Sep

Copyright - Rich Voza

Photo Copyright – Rich Voza

I know instinctively  what the three doors represent

Red – the past

blue – the present

white – the future

I hesitate before the white door. Perhaps a tiny peek ? Best not.

Through the window of the blue door,  today beckons, comforting.

I know what lies beyond the red door, the portal to a monster. Can I save the children ? Protect them from harm? It would be so easy to turn away. Taking a deep breath I open the door and step through.

I awake, shaken. The doors are foolish, my past is what makes me strong, my present is joy, my future filled with hope.

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Six

24 Sep
Trifecta: Week Ninety-Six
ANIMAL (noun)

I can recall quite vividly the first time it happened. I didn’t understand the reason back then, I was only five, all I knew was that Grandma was dying and she smelled awful.
The second time was at age fourteen when cancer took my father. I found the smell of him overwhelming.
Two years ago I begged and pleaded with my husband to go and see a doctor. “You have cancer” I told him “I can smell it”. He just rolled his eyes and laughed it off. At the end I could not approach him without retching. He begged me to end his pain but I did nothing. What a coward I was.
Some time has passed and I have realized that I was given this ability for a reason. I must help people before they begin suffering and euthanize them humanely.
Just last night I had to end the life of a young mother. It was, as with all the others, a clean kill. I am not a depraved animal for God’s sake. I am an angel. The angel of mercy.

Straw Bundles ( Carpe Diem )

23 Sep

Carpe Diem #305, Warazuka (Straw bundles)


after harvest moon

weaving of fresh straw bundles

for new tatami

F.S.F. “Wild”

23 Sep


cast_iron_tubDuane and Rosie climb into the old cast iron tub and cover themselves with a heavy blanket to protect from flying debris, a tornado is bearing down on them and there is not enough time to make it to the storm shelter.

The wild wind howls deafeningly as the twister sucks the tub into the air , rocking it like a tiny boat on stormy seas.

After what feels like only seconds later they feel themselves being set down gently with barely a thump, then total silence.

Duane hesitantly pokes his head out from under the covers, coming face to face with three very surprised Tibetan monks.

“Honey” he whispers “I don’t think we are in Kansas any more”.

For Five sentence fiction


Gone Fishin’

22 Sep

Come and join us!

26 09 September 22nd 2013

Grandpa would arrive to pick up Margaret at the most ungodly hour. A short drive later they would make their way through the dense woods to “their” fishing hole.

This was their secret spot, he had made her pinkie promise that she would never tell anyone the location. They would spend a couple of hours with their fishing lines dangling into the murky water and they would talk  about everything and nothing.

When she got older they gave up the pretence of fishing ( Grandpa had admitted that there had never been fish in the dirty water) and just enjoyed each others company in their special place.

Many years have passed since he has been gone but their secret has not been revealed..yet..

Someday a Grandma is going to buy a couple of poles and take someone fishing.

November 6 2011

21 Sep
Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six
 This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose
I hold my tiny granddaughter in my arms , rocking her gently as I sing her daddy’s favorite lullaby, then bend my head to kiss her farewell.
The past is not ours to change.
Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six