Monday, February 13, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge – Why Won’t They Assimilate
Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
The Assignment: The idea of Photo Fiction is write a story of around 100-200 words (which is also called Flash Fiction) based on a photo as a prompt. In this particular photo fiction, the story must be based on the photo below.
Photo © Sascha Darlington
Why Won’t They Assimilate
Michael’s mother stood in the doorway with her shoulders slumped. She saw that he was watching the outside monitor again.
“Michael you know we don’t like you spending all your time watching that screen.”
“I find it interesting. I don’t get it mom. Why won’t they assimilate?”
“They just haven’t learned that they can trust their government. Moving inside the PODS is the best decision your father and I made for our family. We always know exactly what we’ll be doing every day and we never have to employ our imagination again. It’s a structured life.”
“I see families being admitted each day when I am going to school. Just yesterday a really cute new girl was hooked up to the education probes next to me. We didn’t talk because after all who needs to when there never needs to be anything to say anymore.”
“I am glad you found a new friend. Turn off the monitor and come get hooked up to the dinner probes. Your father will be home soon.”
After his mom left the room, Michael saw what he’d been waiting for. His new friend winked at the camera as she walked by on the outside.
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge – The Simple Crime By A Simpleton
Submitted for Sunday Photo Fiction
The Assignment: The idea of Photo Fiction is write a story of around 100-200 words (which is also called Flash Fiction) based on a photo as a prompt. In this particular photo fiction, the story must be based on the photo below.
Credit: J Hardy Carroll
“Where is it?”, demanded Bruce.
“The heat was on so I had to stashed it,” said Pauley.
“What?”
“I put it where no one will notice. We can go back and get it.”
Bruce didn’t like to work but picking up odd jobs provided lucrative information. He had seen the crystal decanter when he helped a friend install carpet last week and heard that more work would be occurring today, Tuesday. With workmen in and out of the mansion, no one would notice Pauley.
“So where did you stash it?”
“When the old lady looked at me funny, I hid in the crawl space under the stairs. After a while, I escaped out the backdoor but the police were there. To avoid them, I ran down the alley and stashed it in a junk shop. There was an old case with no front and it was full of bottles. I put it in with them.”
“Let’s go. Show me this junk shop.”
Around the corner from the scene of the crime, Pauley pointed to a shop at the end of a plaza. Bruce frowned when he read the sign above the door.
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