Sunday Photo Fiction — Beware of the Owl

A7B1A86D-47B4-4324-BF07-17A798363651“Jeez, what happened to your shirt, dude?” Eddie asked.

“It was freaky, man,” Steve said. “I was jogging along Telegraph Road when I saw this really weird sign warning about owls in the road. I thought it was so odd that I took a picture of it.” Steve whipped out his iPhone and showed the picture to Eddie.

“Yeah, that is strange,” Eddie said, “but it doesn’t answer my question about how you ripped your shirt.”

“So after I took the picture, I started jogging again when I heard a screeching sound above me and an owl swooped down and started chasing me,” Steve said. “I fell down, the owl landed on me, and it started tearing at my shirt with its talons. I tell you, Eddie, I feared for my life. I’m going to steer clear of jogging on Telegraph Road from now on.”

“Dude, I think you were having a bad trip,” Eddie said. “What kind of acid did you drop?”

Steve held up his right hand. “Nothing man, I swear!” he said.

Eddie just shook his head. “Listen, dude,” he said, “if you don’t want to tell me about how you really tore your shirt, that’s your business, but to go with some random tale about being attacked by a freakin’ owl? Seriously, Steve, you need to elevate your storytelling game.”


Written for Donna McNicol’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt and for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (shirt), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trip), Daily Addictions (steer), Word of the Day Challenge (random), and Your Daily Word Prompt (elevate). Photo credit: Morguefile.

MMLM Photo Challenge — Bad Trip

img_1610“It was awful,” Erica said. “I was up to my chest in a sea of stones, unable to move.  A thorny, wire mask covered my head and it was tearing at the skin on my face. Blood was dripping down my neck onto my shoulders. It was horrible. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t.”

“Oh my God,” Joanna said.

“I looked up towards heaven and started to pray. ‘God,’ I said, ‘what have I done to you for you to do this to me?’ And then the clouds parted, the dark skies lightened, and God sent me a sign.”

“What sign?” Joanna asked.

“It was a large, beautiful moth,” Erica answered. “It landed atop of one of the wire protrusions at the top of the mask. It was flapping its wings in slow motion.”

“What did it mean?” Joanna asked.

“It meant,” Erica said, “that I was having a freakin’ bad trip on that LSD I got from Steve.”


Written for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Image credit: Enzzo Barrena.