Tag: Photo Prompt

The Unfortunates

Photo  by Yinglan

From where he stood, the place appeared like a verdant meadow.
The rich kids in colored T-shirts were playing. Their posh houses were visible from his spot. Witnessing their plays, shouts and screams delighted him. 

The winter has caused all the trees to look like tall skeletons. 
It was noon. But the haze didn’t give way to the typical noon-day warmth.
The kids didn’t bother either. What’s more important than playing outdoors with friends?

His stomach grumbled. He hastily moved to the gully side of the meadow.
His ungloved thin hands started sorting the things found there.
Being a ragpicker kid, he was searching for his ‘gold’ in those ditches.

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111 words

{FFfAW Challenge – 200th-Photo Prompt}

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Seasonal Jumps

three line tales, week 154: people skipping over stones in the waterPhoto by Nattu Adnan via Unsplash

In the spring of life, we jump with rhythm, in the water, on the bed and the trampoline alike, our priceless joys. 

In the autumnwe jump to rediscover the lost childhood or to keep a check, on the heart and the fat.

In the winterwe jump every time the body goes numb, and reassure the world that we are still alive.

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63 words

{Three Line Tales, Week 154}

In Search of Organic

spf january 6 2019 ce ayr

Photo Credit: CE Ayr

The bone-creaking old man was desperate. His noisy joints and spindly legs were limiting his movements. 

“Only broth can save you,” assured his trusted healer. “But mind you, the lambs must be completely grass-fed, organically grown!”

The old, but rich man set out with his dearest companion to purchase as many lambs he could get from the sheepfold on the outskirts, which guaranteed to provide organic cattle.

The direction board helped him reach his destination.
He paid no attention to the huge waste bins at the entrance

Just before fixing the deal, a garbage picking van made an appearance at the gateHis gut instincts made him limp towards the entrance. 

Huge trash cans filled with numerous bottles and covers of the hormone drugged feed were being collected by the van driver.

Money can’t buy health!” Muttered the old man while getting into his SUV.

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145 words

{Sunday Photo Fiction – January 6, 2019}

Sweet Tooth

PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

Saras has learned the lessons only a toothache can teach, promptly to disregard when the ache is gone. The fifty-eight-year-old woman can’t quit the sweet stuff. 
A tooth removal was essential. Being a heedless patient, her dentist has stopped exchanging pleasantries. Services weren’t denied, thanks to the Hippocratic oath.

At the clinic, while experiencing excruciating pain, her eyes fell on the multi-colored candies kept in a jar on the pebbled surface teapoy. 
Before leaving after the procedure Saras queried someone if she could take some.
“Of course!” 

Candy-like papers with dental health tips left her bitter for the remaining day.

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100 words

{Friday Fictioneers}

 

Peek-a-Boo

Photo prompt by Jodi McKinney

The terrified couple plodded into the refugee campNeither they nor the others memorized exactly the sequence of events since the last 30 hours.

Hurricanes weren’t new. But that time they had walked the delicate rope between life and deathThey had the slightest worry about their ripped off house and the wrecked farmland. But they mourned for their only kids- cows, goats, horse, rabbits, a puppy, and a cat. None made it.

At the camp, they received food and essentials, were even tested for infectious diseases. Though touched by suicidal ideation, none cried.

The woman looked out of the window to find a peek-a-boo session by the sun and the dark clouds. She smiled. The husband looked at her questionably.

One of the nurses enquired. “Miss, you are expecting, right?”
“No.” She answered surprisingly fast.

The nurse smiled. “Yes, absolutely, you are. I know it’s challenging. Things will turn out fine, but only with your care.” 

When she had left, the woman smiled more beautifully increasing the perplexity of her husband.

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Word Count: 171

{Written for FFfAW Challenge – 199th}

Depth Images

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

 

“Mom, do you ever think of dad?”

The seventy-eight-year-old mother retained a dazed look at her son’s query. They were walking up the valley towards the pale mountains.

“No!”

“Why?”

“We never enjoyed that connection.” 

 His mother was seen grim-faced and silent. 

To his surprise she continuedpointing at the mountains.

“Your dad was like those mountains. He wanted attention and adoration. Somehow, he gained it. I waslike this valley, always unnoticed, unattended and unappreciated. Everyone forgets mountains are inseparable from valleys”. She paused. “… It’s good that he’s no more…!

Alan credited the unfathomable depths of human relationships.

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Word Count: 100

{Written for Friday Fictioneers}