Navigable Water – Sunday Photo Fiction

Copyright – Alastair Forbes – 31-10-october-27th-2013

He stared out at the puddle of water that sat in the road. Then he turned to look at the smaller puddle that was in the parking lot of his strip mall. Shaking his head he looked down at the letter in his hand. It was from the Environmental Protection Agency.

According to the letter he received that small puddle was considered “navigable water” as seen from a fly by overhead. Navigable was defined in the letter as a body of water that a bird could wade in. The EPA was asking him to remove the parking lot as he had invaded an area that they considered wetlands.

It was just the beginning of the rainy season and puddles such as the one in his parking lot, along the sides of the roads, and even in his own back yard would be the norm for the day for the next several months. Wetlands would be popping up everywhere based on the EPA definition. This was just going too far he thought to himself.

Looking back out to the puddle in the road he wondered if the EPA sent the city a letter too asking them to remove the road…

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Congratulations go out to Alastair Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction for hitting a record mark for the site of 500 likes in a single day! Please take a moment to go to his site to check out some of the other writer’s compositions on today’s flash fiction challenge!

Thanks Alastair and kudos to you my dear!

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The Amphitheatre – Friday Fictioneers

The Amphitheatre – Photo by Sandra Crook

I walked into a past life when I stepped foot into the old amphitheatre.

The warm nights, the costumes, the audience. I remember one night in particular. It was my first speaking role. I patiently waited for my cue, and there it was!

I quickly walked on to the stage. I was playing the muse Terpsichore, the muse of dance. My shoe caught on the uneven stage floor. As I fell, I took another player down with me and part of the set.

I knew I should have never taken this part! After all, Grace was never my middle name!
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I am having fun by participating in the Friday Fictioneers writing challenge, where you write a story from beginning to end in 100 words or less! The photo is provided for the challenge on the site that hosts this. How to get there?

Just click Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneer.

Have a great Friday, and I hope that you enjoyed my short trip to the past! Thanks for stopping by!

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Bad Behavior – Friday Fictioneers

Photo Copyright – E.A. Wicklund

They moved away from the crowd. They had been bickering all morning long. Off in the distance we silently watched them wondering how they could behave like this all day long.

The squawking was getting louder. We moved farther away not wishing to be associated with them.

It was an embarrassment to us that folks on the beach had to witness this display of bad behavior. It gave the rest of us a bad name!

We watched as Leslie squashed her foot right into Jeffry’s face. They finally flew off.

Quietly, Rosanne, chirped, “Thank God, I thought they’d never leave!”
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This post is my participation in the Friday Fictioneers writing challenge! One is to write a story from beginning to end in 100 words or less! The photo is provided for the challenge on the site that hosts this. How to get there? Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneer.

Have a great Friday, and I hope that you enjoyed my short bit! Thanks for stopping by!

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The Three Doors – Friday Fictioneers

Today I am doing something different! Friday Fictioneers is a writing challenge. One is to write a story from beginning to end in 100 words or less! The photo is provided for the challenge on the site that hosts this. How to get there? Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers …OK, so here we go on a new adventure…

Photo by Rich Voza

“What a strange place to find three doors,” Samantha thought. She walked around each of the doors. Nothing was holding them up yet there they stood. She stopped at the middle door and looked through the window when she noticed a shimmer.

She reached out to the shimmering surface. It hummed as her hand got closer. “How odd,” she thought.

Intrigued she grasped the knob and turned it. The door swung open. With a whoosh she was sucked into the vortex within. Then the door slammed shut behind her.

Samantha was gone forever. The doors remain, standing silently, waiting…
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Thanks Rochelle for the challenge! I felt the need to do something a bit different today. Please let me know if you think I should enter this challenge again!

Have a great Saturday and thank you for stopping by!

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