mindescapes.net – Art Works by Jim Sponseller
Art Works by Jim Sponseller
Calming the crowds as the ship was sinking, the musicians began another tune. Much like the Titanic, it brought little cheer before the end came.
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Not to be a ‘Sky is Falling!’ sort, but somedays, that’s how our current society feels.
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge, #42
Musicians image by mirceaianc @ pixabay.com
Have a great day everyone!
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net -2019
As you can see, I clearly haven’t had enough to drink to have dinner with a chicken. Unless the chicken IS dinner!
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A good picture for prompting many stories I am sure but short on time lately. Thank you, Donna for Sunday Photo Fiction for this week! Thank you to DeAnna Gossman for use of the photo!
I hope you are having a great Sunday!
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019
Bright colored leaves,
Blue solid skies,
Warm autumn breeze,
Fill my minds eyes…
Remembering clear,
Of days not long past,
Where color brought cheer,
And the leaves held fast…
Look about now,
What do I see,
A gray sky of clouds,
And many bare trees.
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The last couple of days around here have been overcast and gray. Most of the trees are now leafless from the accompanying nasty wind and rains. Then I remembered I had this photo I have not shared yet. I hope it brings you visions of brighter days!
Have a great day!
Word of the Day Challenge: nasty
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019
Please don’t be mine! I thought to myself quietly as Andrew drew forth another arrow from the cache. You see, at camp we have a unique way of assigning work duties and Andrew, the camp’s best archer, was about to bullseye someone with latrine duty.
Every camper’s name was written on an arrow discretely such that whomever was shooting would not know the name upon it. A duty would be drawn at random and the campers would rotate through, pull an arrow, and fire it towards the target. On the next bullseye hit, the camper whose name was on the arrow would be assigned the last duty drawn, in this instance, latrine duty.
The arrow Andrew placed in his bow looked very straight. The fletching showing no blemish that might cause his shot to err. As he drew the bowstring back a sharp intake of breath sounded from all the other campers with the same fear.
As always, Andrew’s arrow found its mark, deep in the center of the bullseye. A camp counselor walked over and retrieved the arrow. Turning towards us he said in a loud voice, “Latrine duty this week is assigned to J”…my heart skipped a beat at the ‘j’ sound…”ustin.” I heard the groan coming from across the group of campers as Justin realized his fate. I, myself, was relieved. Justin, not Jim, at least this week anyway.
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A new tale for #ffpp #47
I hope you enjoyed this nerve wracking tale 😉
Arrow cache image by GaborfromHungary @ morguefile
Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019
mindescapes.net - Art Works by Jim Sponseller