December 25, 2146, Seaside Village, Historic North Carolina
In gray stockings and a wool dress draped around her ankles, eleven-year-old Lula opened the door and stepped out of the two-bedroom rambler she and her parents have called home all their lives. Sucking in a deep breath, Lula glanced around the white-washed, orange-roof village. It had been days since everyone had been permitted to step outside but days is always better than the months and sometimes years to be stuck indoors due to frequent acid rainstorms.
“Hello, Lula.” Mrs. Baker from next door greeted.
Lula shielded her eyes from the sun and smiled, “Hello, Mrs. Baker. Are you off to the market?” She asked, noticing the basket hanging from Mrs. Baker’s elbow.
“Ah yes, I’m afraid this quarantine has depleted our food storage. Well, I’ll see you later, dear.” Mrs. Baker turned but paused, “Oh, I almost forgot.” She patted the pocket of her gray dress similar to Lula’s and produced a small metallic charm with the phrase, “Merry Christmas!” Lula stared at it, frowned, unable to recognize its meaning.
December 25, 2156
Standing on the beach by her home, now twenty-one, Lula stares at the charm in her hand, still perplexed, “What does this mean?”
A Response for Sunday Photo Fiction.
“No,” Manny said, sitting on the bed with his arms folded, “No way I’m flying. It’s only to Boise, can’t we just save some money and drove there? I’ll bet it’s quicker than go through customs and bag check.” Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Fly or else”
Harry sprinted up the stairs and back down a moment later. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: When Self-talker Meets Girl”
As his consciousness surfaced, Jack opened his eyes to see a woman smiling back at him. He gasped, “Who are you?”, scooting as far back as he could go. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Painful Hallucinations”
“Oh shut up.” I mutter and turn off my phone. My family or shall I say my mother’s family has been calling alternately, wanting to know where I am. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Getaway”
“Catch me if you can.” Kristy smiled. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Halloween”
Note: My mom’s family are immigrating to the U.S. from China and they are supposed to come at the end of this year or early next year. They are all moving into my house and these are thoughts I predict I will be having (though probably not during late-night showers) since there will be 7 other people living in my house. I also imagine I will feel quite claustrophobic in such situation.
Lydia grabs the photo on the fireplace mantle. The photo shows a little girl in the garden. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: The Darkness Return”
“There are so many twists and turns in life.” Susanna says, “and when life serves you a lemon, you will try to make the best lemonade there is.” She chuckles nervously while the camera-guy stares at her with confusion. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: True Calling”
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Bad Dream”
I shut my eyes, trying to think back to the dream I had the previous night. Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Sleepwalker”
Based partially on my real life… Continue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction: Secret Santa”
“Does anyone know what this is?” The children shook their heads at the picture. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Hoarder’s House”
“Open the door slowly,” Sara nudged Eddie. Eddie rolled his eyes and ignored her. He pushed the closet door open. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Beginning of…”
“But I don’t wanna go, this is all so stupid.”
“Oh you’re going, even if I have to drag you there myself.”Continue reading “#MicroMondays: The Dance”
He would be drunk that night. He would stumble up the stairs to his apartment, too wasted to notice the door to his apartment was standing ajar. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Best Gift”
Kelsey followed the crowd up to the street level. “Whoa,” She gasped and gazed at the tall buildings. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Runaway Teen”
As the room folded flat around him, he cowered. It’s going to fall on me, he thought while his heart pounded madly. This cannot be happening. My horoscope told me good things will be occurring today. A moment later, he heard applause.Continue reading “#MicroMondays: Magic Trick”
The detectives walked through the house in disgust. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Murderer’s Trophies”