New Order

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays”

“Our plan is working well. Timely. It won’t be long now.”

“They are beginning to worship us. They wear chains around their necks with our likeness as a pendant. Bracelets, as well. They love us. They think we are like them. I find that quite amusing.”

“Indeed. When we cage them so that our people, and all other sea creatures, can come and watch them perform tricks at our command, they will begin to understand.”

“Yes. Too late. I relish the moment that understanding begins to dawn. They won’t think so highly of us then.”

Treasures

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Every possession had to be dealt with. The hardest were the ones that had been most beloved by their mother. Her photos: Family, Dad, things she wanted to paint some day. Her needlework: Hours of laborious cross stitch, crochet, sewing. Her numerous cookbooks and drawers full of recipes clipped from many sources.

Her paints and tools for painting. They reflected her love of color, of flowers, of seasons. The paintings would never make her rich or famous, but they reflected her joy in living.

She treasured everything she kept. Most of it had to be tossed.

Delivery

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

The relentless sun baked the adobe house. It was cooler inside, and no one even noticed the box that had been delivered. Carriers no longer rang the doorbell or asked for a signature. “Drop and go” was their COVID policy.

As the hottest time of the day neared, the box began to move. It bulged, rocking and scooting against the locked gate. A persistent low buzz could have been heard if anyone had been there to hear it.

Finally, a corner tore open. Wider, wider still, until a reptilian head pushed through. No one saw it slither through the bars.

Traffic Lights

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehudah

Zing and Zang perched on top of the yellow car. Invisible, they observed the drivers’ obedience to the traffic lights.

“How do you train millions of people to obey three simple colors? Look, they ALL follow the rules! Even the walkers wait for the green light before they cross from one side to the other.” Zang was amazed at the conformity of the people.

Zing thought for a moment. “You know, we should be able to use this system in some way when we take over. We need to make sure we report it!”

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At the Window

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Elise opened her eyes, groggy from her afternoon nap. At first she thought she was still asleep, dreaming, as she took in the ladder propped against her window, and the feet and legs she saw.

Her eyes traveled up the legs. The rest of the–man?–was concealed by the curtain. The feet weren’t moving. Neither up nor down. Could he see her? She flipped the afghan over her legs, made sure her robe was closed.

Eyes wide, she watched as one of the feet drew back, hesitated, and then swung hard into her window.

Practical vs. Pretty

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Zing and Zang stood transfixed, watching the contraption slide slowly earthward. The bulging balloon canopy obviously worked like a massive set of brakes to slow the descent. The whole structure was just enormous, and compared to what they knew on their home planet, seemed rudimentary.

“Why don’t they just use reverse blasters?” wondered Zang.

“I guess they don’t know about that yet,” replied Zing. “Sometimes I can’t believe how backward they are. They seem somewhat intelligent.”

“Well, it’s colorful. I don’t know what it’s for, but it’s pretty.” Zang paused. “Practical isn’t always pretty.”

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Are We There Yet?

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Brett was restless. The back seat contained a cooler that took up not quite half of the space. Brett’s legs were long and gangly. He stretched his arms across the back of the seat, touching the window frames on both sides.

Bored, he cracked open the cooler. Mom’s radar ears didn’t miss a thing.

“Close it, Brett. We just had breakfast an hour ago.”

Deep sigh. “When’s lunch?”

“Three hours. Read. Play a game, Sleep. No more whining.”

“I hate this.”

“Not as much as I do.”

Lunch was over. Brett sighed.

“What’s for supper?”

Lotus Fountain

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

Zing and Zang stood transfixed at the beauty of the enormous flower in the midst of the fountain.

“Zing, the’s the BIGGEST flower I’ve ever seen!” Zang’s voice was filled with awe.

“Yes. Yes, I think it is for me, too. I wonder how they made it grow to be so HUGE!”

A woman standing nearby glanced at the two strangers. “Surely you know it’s not a real flower,” she said.

Zing and Zang sagged in disappointment. They flashed to invisibility, shocking the woman who had burst their bubble.

“Well, my goodness!” she said. “Some people!”

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Music Fest?

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

It was an annual event in Allentown. Music Fest was a delight for all sorts of things, including aromatic food, throbbing music, carnival rides, and multitudes of booths to investigate.

Not all was happy this year, though. It was hard to imagine staying six feet apart in the usual throngs. Harder still to sing through a face mask. Licenses for food booths were much more restrictive than usual, and most had been denied.

It just didn’t feel very festive, with only one stage and two food canopies.

Dratted virus!

Sailing, Sailing!

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

I need to apologize. I almost always read every single post. But not this week. For a variety of mundane reasons, I just couldn’t get it done. Nothing earthshaking or life-threatening. I promise to do better this week!

Polynesia was first discovered in 1595 when Álvaro de Mendaña de Neira found the Marquesas Islands. The Dutch, (during the Golden Age of Dutch exploration and discovery (ca. 1590s–1720s), were the first non-natives to undisputedly explore and chart coastlines of Australia, Tasmania, New Zealand, Tonga, Fiji, Samoa, and Easter Island. (Wikipedia). That’s part of the history. Now for the story:

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“Kapitein Janssen, this is the most beautiful part of the world I have ever seen!”

“Ja, Bram. It is. I could live here for the rest of my life!”

“Even the people are–well—it’s hard to describe such beauty!”

Picture/Photo: Tahitian woman making the traditional welcome ...

“Indeed, Bram. But we must not take advantage of their friendliness.”

“You will have to keep the men on board, Sir.”

“I cannot. They need to get fresh water; they need to hunt to fill our hold for the voyage home.”

“But. . .”

“Bram, I am Kapitein. I can perform the marriage ceremony. I suspect there will be many.”