Distortion

PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot

“You have a distorted view.”

“What’re you talking about? I’m just taking a selfie.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, that sure explains a lot,” said Joe, sarcasm clear in his tone.

“It’s in the name, Joe. Self is the center. Everything in the room is distorted around you.”

“I’m just sharing my place with my friends! What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Just turn around and snap the room.”

“But–having myself in there shows the connection.”

“You have yourself in every single photo you post. It’s all about you.”

“I get tons of likes!”

“Right. All about you.”

Memories

Somehow, today’s Friday Fictioneers story got posted on my Bible Study page. I’ve reblogged it to its appropriate place, but decided to leave it there as well. We need to remember. We like to say, “Never Again!” But it could happen again. The hearts of mankind don’t change from one generation to the next.

Linda's Bible Study

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Shlomo, bent and frail, watched as busloads of tourists filed under the Arbeit Macht Frei gateway. Loaded with water bottles–which made Shlomo smile –and cameras, they gazed with intense curiosity, as if they expected to see ghosts. Most became very quiet.

There wasn’t even any birdsong, as if nature itself revered the spirits of those who had suffered there.

Shlomo, aided by a grandson on each side, walked away from the tourists toward the barracks that he knew best. Wordless, he and his grandsons stood and gazed into the interior.

Wordless, they walked away.

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Death to Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The stump buzzed with activity. Full of insects and worms, and critters of all sorts feeding on those insects and worms, it provided a banquet of nutrition for the forest.

Rusty stared at it for a long time. Finally he turned to his dad and said, “But why was it cut down in the first place? Somebody killed it!”

“That’s possible,” his dad replied. “But it’s just as likely that it was cut because it was already diseased. Or just old, breaking down. Sometimes when things die, they provide life for lots of other important things.”