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?”