“Randy,” his mother said, “turn the phone on its side. If you take the picture in landscape mode, you can fit more into the frame.”
“Ma, this is my phone and I want to take the picture my way,” Randy said. “I know that you’re a professional photographer, but I just want to take a snapshot that I can post on Instagram, not to create a work of art.”
“But don’t you want to impress your friends back home with all the photocomposition skills that I taught you?” Randy’s mother asked.
“Ma, don’t you know my friends by now?”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Sebastien Gabriel.
Alex handed Vicky an 8×10 envelope with nothing written on the outside. “What’s this?” she asked him.
“Take a wild guess,” Alex said, a broad grin on his face.
Vicky flipped the envelope over and opened the flap, pulling out a glossy photograph of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower right in the middle of the image. She gave Alex a quizzical look.
“There’s more,” he said. Vicky shook the envelope and a single, one-way ticket fell out.
“Alex?” Vicky said.
“I’m coming out, Vicky,” he said. “Where better for a gay man to come out than Gay Paree?”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Paul Gaudriault.
The officers had taken away Camila’s daughter, Sofia, at the detention center. She asked the officials about her daughter, but they were no help. Camila sought out legal aid resources who were working on behalf of detained immigrants, and they were finally able to locate Sofia at a juvenile center in another state.
As she was walking into the center with the woman from legal aid, Camila spotted Sofia’s stuffed teddybear on the floor on the other side of a barbed wire fence. She knew she was about to be reunited with Sofia, and her eyes filled with joyful tears.
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Boudewijn Huysmans.
“We’ll be safe here,” Dan said.
“Right,” Donna said, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice. “For how long?”
“I don’t know,” Dan admitted. “We made it through the night, didn’t we?”
“What’s up with the flare?” Donna asked. “Are you trying to lead them here?”
Dan put down the flare and walked up behind Donna, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, comforted by his touch.
“I won’t let them hurt you.” Then ripping off his mask, he said, “But they found me last night, Donna. Now you’re all mine. Sorry about that.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Jenni Jones.
Let’s take the boat out into the middle of the lake,” Christine suggested. Then, with a wink, she added, “And we can go skinny dipping.”
Brett started up the powerboat’s motor and headed toward the lake’s center. He shut down the motor, dropped the anchor, and eagerly stripped out of his clothes. But before jumping into the water, he admitted, “I don’t know how to swim.”
“Go ahead and jump in,” Christine said. “I’ll toss you the life preserver.”
As Brett thrashed about and was about to go down for the third time, Christine shouted, “Hell hath no fury, Brett.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Alex Iby.