Who Moved my Water!

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

The judge was furious! He banged his gavel and insisted that whoever had moved his water come forward immediately and restore it to his desk. Dire legal action would be taken if the culprit did not ‘fess up forthwith. Such impudence would not be tolerated!

A timid court clerk nervously cleared her throat. “Uh, Sir, Your Honor, your water is right there on the railing, near the plant.”

The judge blinked, bright red suffusing his neck and face.

“Oh. Heh. I was going to give the plant a drink. Guess I forgot. First case, please!”

No News

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“So, Brad, what’s the news feature today?”

“Dunno yet.”

“WHAT! We’re ON in three minutes!”

“They didn’t give me a script yet.”

“Well, we can fix that!” June scanned the studio, amazed that she saw absolutely–no one. Not a soul. No one on the cameras, sound, lights– not even the hair and make-up people fussing over her last minute touch-ups.

“One minute! I don’t understand—–“

And everything went dark.

Waiting

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Before I write today’s story, I just want to share this with you before I forget. I was at the Walmart, heading for the dairy case. My path took me through the section for adult beverages. Since I don’t drink, I never paid much attention to anything there, but this item caught my eye. If you’ve been with me for any length of time, you will know why:

Zing Zang All Natural Margarita Mix
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The anticipation, like pre-Christmas excitement, filled the auditorium. Sound inspected, lights checked, special effects ready. The support staff armed themselves with snacks and drinks. Behind the scenes, they didn’t have to worry about being caught on film.

The band members huddled in one of the dressing rooms, arms over each others’ shoulders, pep-talking each other and trying to calm their nerves.

A tap came on the door. “Ready, fellas? Time!”

“Yeah. Ready. Let’s go, guys!”

The audience erupted with screams and cheers as the band bounded onto the stage.

An explosive roar turned the cheers to screams. No concert after all.

Wrong Place

PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

Mother (she was never Mom, Mommy, or Mama) stood, foot tapping, arms folded across her stomach, her face the very picture of doom.

The three children lined up by age, waiting. Who would be the target this time?

“Which of you was touching my things?” The children looked back at her, not flinching or glancing away.

“The black marker is in the paper clip bowl! WHO? You may as well tell me, or you will all be punished.”

Her rage was amazing to see.

Zing and Zang Speak

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

“Just look at the clouds! They remind me of America,” said Zing.

“What? Why?” questioned Zang.

“Well, they all started out as one cloud, but the longer they’re up there, the more separated they are. All going off in their own directions. It’s a sad thing to see a country divided against itself.”

“Won’t the clouds re-gather at some point?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“How about Americans? Won’t they find a way to live in peace with each other again?”

“Doubtful. There’s just too much hatred and anger.”

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Country Roads

Copyright Trish Nankivell

The red dirt road drifted off into nowhere. There were tracks, but it had been so dry that they could have been several weeks old. No way to identify or trace them.

No people anywhere. If there were folks living anywhere nearby, they were tucked so far back into the woods that it would take a long time to find them. Could be dangerous to try. These were independent people, well-armed and not friendly to strangers. They wanted no interference in the form of government checks, or check-ups.

Someday there would be an accounting, but for now, they could wait.

Questions

“Mommy, why is that funny man dressed like that?”

“I guess the people who made him just used whatever they had, Jessie.”

“But. . . well, what’s wrong with his face?”

“Honey, he isn’t real. He’s a scarecrow. He’s supposed to scare the crows away from the corn.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s very nice to give him a lumpy face. And patchy clothes. And make him stand there all stiff.”

“He’s not real, Jessie.”

“Does he scare the crows?”

“Sometimes.”

“Not always? Then they should take him down.”

Mommie sighed. “Yes, they should. That would give me a rest!”

Just Another Memory

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultotti

Old Sam enjoyed the sun on his back. He let his mind wander free as he rested on the old picnic table, remembering. So many good memories.

In his mind, the air filled with screams of delight and happy fear. Carnival music, the smell of hot dogs and fries, the clatter of machinery, the booming starter’s gun all blended together in a mighty orchestra of reprieve from the drudgery that was the norm for so many.

He sighed. The park had outlived its glory days, just as he had. Creaky old things were not in high demand.

Lost

© C. E. Ayr

“I can’t understand!” Corrie wept as she searched, going over the same ground for the third time.

“I had the cord tied around my wrist, in a tight knot. I never took it off, even for a bath. The charm was the only thing on the cord. . .”

Adam sighed. He’d heard it dozens of times in the past hour or more. He felt badly for Corrie, but it wasn’t valuable. Just a childhood keepsake.

“I’ll be lost without it—-Adam! Look! There’s the cord!”

But no charm. Corrie’s tears increased as she accepted the futility of the search. Still lost.

Dirty Trick

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames

Jeff stared at his foot, not knowing whether to laugh or throw something.

What a dirty trick. They’d waited until he slept deeply following the surgery, a combination of pain, shock, and anesthesia.

They’d painted his toenails. Bright, red/orange. And because of other injuries, he couldn’t reach his foot to wipe the stuff off. Couldn’t pull a sock over his foot to hide it.

Well, their time was coming. He had several months in which to plot his revenge.