New Bird

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Bird cocked his head left, then right.

“You have an unusual song,” he tweeted to the shiny black and silver singer. “Are you new here?”

“Ringringring!”

Bird was puzzled. “I think we need an interpreter!”

“Ringringring!”

Bird called a meeting. Spy? Tourist? Terrorist? Kill him? Pull out his wing and tail feathers, then interrogate him?

Bird pulled rank. “We’re not going to torture him. Let’s just watch.”

New Bird tweeted again. A human picked him up and spoke to him.

Bird watched, his head cocked. He hopped, and flew away.

“Nothing to see here, folks.”

Magic Key

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Candy was excited to start typing class! At 15, she knew what she wanted: Marriage, two children, and a secretarial job. Typing was the magic key to her career.

She married. Divorced. Re-married, had two babies. Found ways to use her skills doing typing jobs at home.

Soon she had a business, to her astonishment. She had filing cabinets, customers, even a girl to answer the phone. Over time, she progressed to an electric typewriter, a word processor, a PC, a laptop.

Husband, children, career. Typing class really was the magic key to her happily ever after.

The Fountain

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

“Earth people are so strange!” commented Zing. He and Zang were perched on the bench, watching the water fall from the spigots on all four sides of the pillar with the knob on top.

“I know,” replied Zang. “They put pipes underground from the river to this place, cover it all up with cement, and build an engine to push the water out the spouts. Why don’t they just enjoy the river?”

“Beats me! Hey, did you hear that? I just used a sling expression!”

“Sling? You mean “slang.”

“Right. Slang. Earth people have strange words, too”

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City and Country

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

“It takes no brains to be a farmer,” pontificated City Mouse. “Anyone could do it.”

“Yes?” replied Country Mouse. “Tell me, what would you do if you were faced with a months-long drought? Or a plague of locusts? Or daily dust storms? Tornadoes? Endless rain? Broken machinery? Disease spreading in the wheat or corn? Cows drying up, unable to feed their young? Chickens that don’t lay? Hogs that sicken and die?”

“Easy!” puffed City Mouse. “I’d simply go to the nearest grocery store and buy what I need.”

Country Mouse grinned, shook his head, and went back to work.

Icy Trip

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Be careful on the porch. The ice is hard to see.”

“Yeah, Mom. Got it.” Sonny rolled his eyes, wishing Mom would quit treating him like a child.

He hurried from the door to the stairs When his phone dinged, eyes on the screen, he didn’t see the icy patch.

His foot slid and pointed at the sky. Arms windmilling, he went top over teakettle, landing on his behind and cracking his head on the bottom step. As he waited for the world to stop spinning, he heard his mother’s voice.

“I told you. Someday you’ll listen to me.”

(This is one that I had to pare down from 133 words to the necessary 100—99, actually. My original version was more fun, but rules are rules!)

Angels?

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“Can you believe we’re angels?” whispered Isobel.

“Can’t believe I made it!” Sammy whispered back.

“Feels like I’m wearing a nightgown. In public.”

“Can’t believe they’re making the guys wear dresses. Next floor up is haloes, I think.”

“No, it’s harps.”

“Don’t want to play any harp. It’s girlie.”

“Angels don’t have gender, Silly!”

“Don’t like that, either.”

“After harps, then haloes. Then assignments, then wings if we do a good job.”

“Whole thing makes no sense.”

“How’d you make it this far?”

“Dunno.”


Frozen

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Martha stood gazing out the front window at the park across the street. The deep cold of winter had settled in. At twilight, there was nothing inviting about the park. Cold, bare, and without the laughter of children, without any warmth at all, there was nothing to do there.

She glanced behind her at George, his nose buried in his newspaper. As usual. Few words passed between them these days, and inside, her heart was a cold and barren as the park. They’d just had their only conversation of the day.

“George?”

“Reading my paper. “

Frozen.