“Anonymous” Contributed by Courtney Wright
I found the old boots
Right where he said
Sitting next to the mouse
Long ago dead…
They were taped at the toes
Tattered and torn
The laces were gone
The soles were worn
He wanted to wear them
None others would do
Boots were much better
Superior to shoes
“Your mother gave me those
To work in the garden you see.
I need to tend to her roses
She will be home at 3.”
I smiled down at my dad
As he placed them on the floor
How do I begin to tell him
Mom’s been gone since ‘84.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 18, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff
“The buildings are so tall!” Her hand automatically moves up against my palm above my head.
“What color are the lights?” I asked.
“Oh! They are all colors!! Red, blue, green and gold!” Tammy exclaimed!
“And the people?” I urged
“Oh my goodness! There are people everywhere I look!”
“Are you glad we came now?” I smiled as I took her arm and we walked up 5th Avenue.
“So glad!” Her voice vibrated with excitement.
Tammy had been by my side since the accident but had never seen New York. It was wonderful to hear about it through HER eyes….
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Charlotte brushed the leaves and limbs back from the roots and reached inside the concealed space under the tree.
Her fingers closed around the rusted box and she pulled it out of its secret place.
The hinges of the metal lunchbox squeaked and screeched against her effort as she coaxed it open.
Inside were her treasures… a Plymouth key ring belonging to her father and a broach her mother had worn every day.
A baseball card sat under a matchbox corvette that had belonged to her little brother.
This is all that remained from the fire 25 years ago today.
PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
100 word count
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Tagged baseball card, broach, corvette, fire, lunchbox, matchbox, memories, plymouth, roots, secret, trees |
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“What is it?” mom asked.
“Mom, there is something wrong with the Birch tree!”
“Oh no, what’s wrong with it?” Mom comes over and looks out the window with her daughter and sees clear liquid dripping from the bare branches and grins.
Seeing no humor in the situation, Dalyn starts to tear up. The tree was oozing from every twig.
Wiping a tear away from her daughter’s cheek she says, “There is nothing wrong with your tree sweetheart. That is what it does when it is sad. It misses the warm summer weather. All will be well in the spring.”
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“Of course it doesn’t work!” Taylor growled to herself! Stupid antique is probably there as a joke. Her dead mobile was in her pocket and she was going to be late… AGAIN!
“Need to make a call?” the black leather jacket squeaked as he stuck his thumbs in his front pockets.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t work.”
“Sure it does!” He lightly rapped the top of the phone then picked up the handset. “Here ya go!”
She heard the dial tone as she put the receiver to her ear. Surprised, she turned around to say “THAN..” but no one was there.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As I strolled along the ancient paths through the city, I could see the imprints in the stones of those who walked before me. The vines climbed the walls and the shutters banged hard against the walls from the wind. This town was founded in 1268 under the rule of Alfons von Kastilien of the House of Burgundy who would come to see his mistress in the dead of night and lay with her.
The court will convene tomorrow to finalize my lineage so I can take the throne on my 21 st birthday. I still wonder how they tracked me down.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“Try the blue one!” Mary screamed
“I DID!” said her brother Gary
“The YELLOW one then!” she told him
“I did! They don’t work!” he yelled back at her.
When the twins ventured into the abandoned elevator, the doors had snapped shut and wouldn’t reopen.
They frantically started pushing the colored buttons on the wall. Nothing worked.
“Push the red and blue one together.” said Mary
Gary tried the buttons and the elevator began to shake. When the doors opened, they were no longer on the roof.
“Where are we?” he said.
“I think a better question is WHEN are we?”
Word Count 100
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Tagged 100 words, abandoned, blue, buttons, elevators, red, roof, time travel, twins, yellow |