School Trip

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“How about this one!”  

“I don’t care mom” Marie’s boredom is obvious as they peer in the glass at the beautiful cartouche in gold and silver.

“We can have one made with your name on it. It will be here in time for your birthday!”

“Fine! Whatever! Can we go now?”

Marie touches the necklace around her neck as she recalls the memory of the Egyptian exhibit. The school trip had been a nightmare and the museum was just one more boring stop.

What she wouldn’t give to go back to The Met and see it through her mother’s eye.

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers June 6, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂

 

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If you are wondering what a cartouche is, you can follow the links in the story. I have included the definition as well as what a piece of jewelry would look like. They are beautiful and unique and I have one in gold.

Waiting for the other shoe?

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Photo Prompt CE Ayr

 

“Did you see that?” Terry said in alarm as she looked around.

“See what?” I answered.

“Oh My God, she was JUST there! Where did she go?” she sounded frightened now.

“Where did WHO go? What are you talking about?” I was confused.

“The woman in the red coat… She was JUST there!”

“Terry, there wasn’t anyone there. I didn’t see a woman in a red coat. We are the only ones waiting for the train.” Now  raising MY voice.

She walked to the platform’s edge, looked down and motioned me over. “Then where did that shoe come from?”

Word Count 100

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A Body Work of Art

PHOTO PROMPT - © Connie Gayer ...(Mrs. Russell)

PHOTO PROMPT – © Connie Gayer …(Mrs. Russell)

Jared stumbled around and looked up at the sun again. He searched for the small rock formations he used to guide him back to where he had left his “art” to age from the weather.

The pieces of metal were all laid out beside one another where he placed them to oxidize in the desert. He put them here three weeks ago. Pieces of steel, copper, gold and silver were lying in a semi-circle around the corpse. They were all new colors now and lightly dusted with dirt.

The abstract photos of the aging body and metal would make a nice addition to his private gallery.

Word count 100

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Sweat and Fear

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The room smelled of sweat and fear. Cuttings of material and plastic lay on the concrete floor along with litter and rodent droppings.

The whine still hung in the air even though the big machines were quiet now.

The world had stopped when they walked into the factory. Just on the other side of the door, the men had heard the sound. It was a cacophony of clanging and whooshing. Voices reverberated over the noise as the workers yelled to each other. Yet the room stood silent and empty except for the dust floating in the rays of the sun.

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Decisions, decisions…

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan

Clarice stood on the porch with the sunlight at her back trying to decide.

The blue one? No, the green one… no, no, the RED one!

“Oh just pick one!” she said aloud to no-one.

So she closed her eyes and put her hand forward to grab one of the many bottles on the shelf.

Instead of a glass, she felt something soft. Opening her eyes, she found a beautiful blue and black feather lying on her palm.

Looking up at the black eyes of the crow, she heard “Never mind the bottles today, he shall live to see tomorrow.”

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This Old House…..

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Copywright-Mary Shipman

Built in 1909, the old house held many secrets.
Used as a brothel during WW II, countless shady characters had come and gone.
It was shut down in 1914 when the owner was found dead on the basement floor.
Mystery had surrounded her death for 100 years.
Seeing new life with renovations, walls came down and new ones built.
The sledge hammer smashed the rotting tender boards when a gunshot rang out.
A pistol laid on the floor where it had fallen from a rafter.
The murder weapon of Madam Hillary Fortgang had finally been found.
No one had paid….

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Word count 100

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