No Place to Hide

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Never again!” Kimi promised herself weaving her way through the crowd. It felt as if she had a sign, back and front: “I AM A SPY.”

Everyone who glanced her way was an enemy. Every pocket held a gun. The guy who brushed against her was trying to trap her. Although every step brought her closer to safety, it felt as if there were miles to go.

Clutching her net bag to her chest, she continued to run. Finally! Safety!

“Kimi, why are you panting? Did you run?”

“I was playing ‘spy.’ They almost got me !”



Sharon sat in her therapist’s office, tears dripping endlessly down her contorted face. Her whole body was shaken by sobs.

The therapist waited.

Finally, Sharon was able to talk. “He came home with this –UGLY grin all over his face. He smacked my bottom hard, and said, ‘I saw a sign for this. Oversize Load!’ He walked off laughing like a hyena. I’m SO done with his crude remarks about my size.”

“I’ve seen a sign like that. It was on a truck moving a trailer house. Maybe you should. Move, I mean. “

Sharon smiled.

What a Mess!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The storm had been vicious. Cleaning up would take time, especially with the boisterous and unpredictable weather.

“I can’t imagine why these flimsy plastic chairs are still in place. Everything else got blown to kingdom come,” said Jessie.

“Well, let’s get them out of the way so we can clean up,” responded Sam. He grabbed hold of the backs of each chair and pulled, expecting to move them. He pulled again. They didn’t budge.

Elmer laughed. “They don’t know we’re here. They don’t remember how heavy we are.”

“Ghosting’s going to be fun!” giggled Bertha.

But Why. . . .

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“Mommy, what are those . . . . balls?”

“They’re babies, Mark. They’re floating downstream to be claimed by their parents.”

“But . . . .is that how you and Daddy got me?”


“But how did you know? They don’t have faces, or name tags!”

The right parents just find the right babies. It works.”

But what if no one finds their baby?”

“I, um, I’m not sure, Mark.”

“And why are there so many more girls than boys?”

“Mark, you ask too many questions. I don’t always know every answer.”

“But Mom—“

“Hush. Let’s get some ice cream.”

Going to the Store


Annie had never been in a Chinese grocery store. She clung to Mommy’s hand in the crowded aisles.

“So many kinds of rice!” said Mommy. “I don’t know. . . “

The short Chinese man beamed up at Mommy and offered his help.

“My husband is Chinese. His parents are coming to visit and I don’t know what to give them for supper!”

“Ah, Missus, come!” He led her to the exit, pointing to the American grocery store. “You make the nice pot roast, mash potato, gravy. Apple pie, ice cream. Tomorrow, ask his mother to help make husband’s favorites!”


I don’t usually struggle to stay within 100 words, but my first draft of this story was 153 words, and NONE of them could be cut! Well, yes they could! Fifty-three words gone, and the story is still there 🙂


PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast  

“What on Earth!” exclaimed Zing, horrified.

“Wait and see. It may not be as bad as it looks,” reasoned Zang.

The two aliens, invisible on the deep windowsill, enjoyed the warm kitchen. They watched as the woman flattened some brownish matter with a wooden roller, using pre-formed cutters to create shapes. She hummed as she worked, popping those shapes into a hot oven.

Children burst into the room, cheeks rosy from the out-of-doors. “Cookies! Can we have one?”

“After you decorate them,” smiled the woman.

“So they aren’t roasted humans,” Zang said. “You can relax.”

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Guiding Light


Zing and Zang had been away from Earth, called back to their home planet of Zirkon to be debriefed and enjoy some Zirkonian R&R.

They rapidly descended toward their old neighborhood.

“Ugh!” exclaimed Zing. “It’s still winter, and it’s going to be SO cold! They could have waited a bit and sent us back when the weather was better!

“Don’t start! You’re always complaining! At least they left a light on for us, and it will be warm in the house.”

In silence, they came to rest and went inside.

“Maybe you should request a new partner.”

“Maybe I should.”

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“Come!” whispered the voice of a siren. “You know you want to! Come, explore, enjoy, relax. . . your future is here with us!”

Curiosity outweighed fear. She took one step forward, focusing on the arch at the far side of the circle. Dark, velvety, warm, beckoning. . . .

“Yesssss, that’s right! You won’t regret it! Come, come. We love you! We’ll treasure you! We understand you! Come!”

A shiver rolled over her body from head to toe, pimpling her skin as it passed. She hesitated, feeling the pull of those arches; feeling the chill in her soul.

“Come!” She sensed the evil, too late.



Jem’s feet pressed into the cold, hard sand. He watched the sun inch down gloriously behind the clouds. He would watch daily until he could no longer stand upright, or use the steps.

He’d built the steps years ago, when he’d first landed. Tore his little dinghy apart, used the boards and nails. The steps were rickety, but kept him out of the way of the daily tides. Using the tools from the boat, he’d erected a shelter of sorts. Hunted for food. Found fresh water.

Over time, he learned there is no loneliness like forever alone.

Wanna Bet?

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“No way, man.”

“Yes way. Wanna bet? You lose, you buy lunch. I lose, I buy. But I won’t lose.”

“Running start, halfway down the hall, you turn around, lob it over your shoulder into the box at the bottom.”

“Yup. You call ‘ready.’

“Ready, set, GO!”

Cam, holding the ball between his thumb and first two fingers, loped down the hall to the midpoint, dance-turned on his toes, and lobbed the ball. It arced, dropped, and settled into the box. Plunk. Done.

“Dude. That’ amazing!” breathed Zeke. ‘

Grinning, Cam replied, “Talent, man. Pure talent. What’s for lunch?”


I have to give credit where it’s due. I just saw this video on my news feed. Really amazing stuff 🙂 When you click on the link, you’ll get a message that it’s unavailable. No worries. Just click the “view on Facebook” option )