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Lighting the Way

This is a piece for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle.  This week’s photo prompt, which you are to write a full story about in 100 words or less, is by PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook.  I hope you enjoy my take.  There are many others here.

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Lighting the Way (100 words) by Scott Vannatter

Sam and the others walked outside to gather round the “lampost” that had dropped form the sky and stuck in the middle of Elm street.  All were trying to figure out where it had come from.

“Hurricane,” yelled one.

“Airplane,” hollered another.

Sam was just starting to get his head wrapped around it when the light began to glow.  It got brighter until no one could look at it.  Then, abruptly, lightning bolts sizzled out of it and struck every house on the block.

Sam thought, “Aliens,” when he realized there where fires on other blocks, too.

It had begun.

Namaste,

Scott

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Fall of Our Discontent

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

I did not feel at all like writing yesterday when I saw the prompt, so I waited.  Hope it was worth it! This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle.

Fall of Our Discontent

By Scott L Vannatter 100 Words

The ice had come early. Last several years had been off. Everyone said not to worry, it had happened before.

“Bullshit!” thought Karohl. She was 42 and it had never been quite like this. Worldwide was changing. Badly.

Now, she was bundled, backpacked, and heading. The familiar yellow vehicle stopped, not full with children, but with people heading out. Heading South. Away from … this.

As they pulled away, Karohl looked the sky. The icy blackness would be here by nightfall. She just hoped they were far enough away before 6 inches of ice came down. It was October 10th.

Namaste,

Scott

What Pegman Saw – Fukushima, Japan

This photo prompt is part of the “What Pegman Saw“.  Visit if you are so inclined.

 

Shidey sat comfortably in the cushioned seat of his new, well kinda new, Schwinn two-wheeler.  He was doing that no-hands pedaling, just leaning back enjoying the view riding.  And, what a view it was!  Fukushima, Japan, 2041.  He had been here with his parents when the alarms sounded.  There were no real bunkers in this radioactive city.  They had done all they could, hiding in a building as full of metal as they could find.

The bombs had been aimed carefully, many had gotten through defenses.  The entire world was racked by the worst devastation man had dealt out.  Earth was a forgiving mistress, but, this time, she allowed Mankind to reach to about  1/2% before letting him live.

Shidey looked at the two-headed birds and the five-footed cat.  He found it both strange and wonderful that this already radioactive city was now one of the few refuges left on the planet.

 

Word Count:  150

Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – A Memory…A Fear…Glad I am Older

Friday Fictioneers is here again.  100 words – full story – based on photo prompt.  Run by Rochelle.

When was growing up, I was fortunate enough to know 5 of my great grandparents, the last one passing when I was about 16.  Mom’s  grandparents (4) were from Kentucky and we would visit them a few times a year.  One of them lived very high up in the mountains, used 2 horses or mules to pull his plow to plant and harvest his small tobacco field.  He would also milk his cow every day.  The story below is not fully true, but did come from some memories and fears combined when I was young.  Enjoy!

Photo provided by PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Well, Crap

Little Timmy walked the poorly-lit path toward the outhouse of his great grandparents. The weeds were taller than Timmy and he could no longer see the house when he glanced back. He heard the large bumble bees on the weeds. The 25 yard trek seemed to take forever.

Finally arriving, Timmy settled in and prepared to sit over the pitch-colored hole. A noise got his attention and he looked in the dark corner at a five-foot rattlesnake on the floor of the small building. Tommy made it back to the house before realizing his pants were still in the outhouse.

Word Count: 100

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Namaste,

Scott

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