Round and Round

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

Zing and Zang were suffering from severe nausea. They were dizzy and disoriented, and had no idea what to do about it.

Always careful not to reveal their true identities, they followed all traffic signals. They had never encountered a roundabout before.

Round and round they went, with no end in sight. Every sign they saw pointed in the same direction.

“Can’t we take one of these other streets?” asked Zang. “No one else is going in circles!”

“We must follow the arrows, no matter how silly it seems!”

Zang groaned. “We’re going to die.”

Storage

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The night shift was hard on Old Elmer. If he sat down, he’d fall asleep. If he stood or walked, his arthritis would have him in agony. Maybe it was time to retire.

The only thing that kept him going was the nightly concert. He didn’t know who it was, or how the person got in. The padlock was never disturbed.

Every night, the music started around midnight. Concertos, fugues, waltzes. Classical, Romantic, even some pop tunes and movie themes.

He’d actually seen the keys moving. There was no one there.

Not that he could see.

The Synagogue

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The street was quiet in the early morning. As Jacov and Matya approached the old building, they became solemn. Reverent.

“Look, Jacov. Between the windows. Tablets like the Ten Commandments.”

“Yes. And under the arch, Hebrew letters. It shames me that I do not know them.”

“It’s one of the few synagogues that survived the Nazis. They closed it, but did not destroy it. I wonder why. “

“Why did they hate us so much, Matya?”

They were both startled by the loud voice from across the street. “Stinking Jews! Keep moving! Your kind is not welcome here!”

Maisie the Maid

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

“Strange people,” Maisie thought. “At least they have a modern sink to make the washing up easy. Who would leave olives and jam sitting out on the sink? Have they been there since I was last here? I wonder if the jam has been opened.”

She reached across the sink, grabbing the jam jar. Glad she’d been wearing her rubber gloves, she gripped the jar and twisted the lid.

The most awful stench ever hit her like a slap in the face. Feeling dizzy, she screwed the lid back on.

“I need a new job. “