Photograph courtesy of Dawn Miller Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Dawn for her inspiring photo I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW My whole being becomes a cruel band of steel around my head, skewing my vision. I... Continue Reading →
Thank you to Dale for the photo and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Click on the frog to join the fun ! SNOW GLOBE ‘ Mama, the little man in the snow globe has moved, he’s twisted... Continue Reading →
Rochelle's challenge this week is prompted by CEayr's evocative photo. PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr Click the Camping Frogs to Add your Link! TWILIGHT The trees merge into the twilight. Ripples slap against the sides of... Continue Reading →
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Click the Frog to Join the festivities! Atonement ‘Joseph- what’s happened ?’ 'Biggest mistake of my life – I emigrated to Australia. Hard to get good work back then in the East End. Wrench to leave my... Continue Reading →
Rochelle's challenge this week is prompted by Dale's seasonally snowy photo. The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose... Continue Reading →
Rochelle's challenge this week inspired by Fatima's photo, a simple domestic scene, or is it ? THE VISIT Celeste's sigh skims the curtain in the night-time kitchen, tidied ready for next day's breakfast,school and work. How dare they... Continue Reading →
photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields POKE THE FROG TO JOIN THE LAST WORD “Jeff, did you get my cigarettes ? No ? It’s not enough I have a job, pay our rent, be here while you straighten... Continue Reading →
Rochelle's challenge this week is prompted by Ted's image of vintage photos. photo above courtesy of Ted Strutz photo below is from my album IN THAT MOMENT I see a young couple walking along the street. Perhaps it... Continue Reading →
Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers challenge this week is prompted by Dale's intriguing photo. CUTTING IT FINE Aaron moved from one foot to another, a lone figure illuminated in the darkness by the park light. 'Where was Aisha ? Their coach was leaving... Continue Reading →