PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The water was pristine, the weather perfect. A slight breeze lifted her hair as well as bloomed the windsurfing sail pushing her onward.
Purple energy pulsed over her in a wave she only saw as it hit her. She couldn’t breathe. Everything went white and then gray and then blue. Her board hit the water as if she had been airborne. She blinked. Stormy clouds, misty rain, choppy waves. It had been the perfect day. Where was she now? Or when? It felt like seconds had passed but it was as if many hours passed in the real world.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Creeping
Crawling
No one can see you up here
Shadows
Roof
No one knows you are here
One leg, two legs. Three legs, four legs, five legs, six legs, seven legs, eight legs
Waiting
Watching
Learning
Hunting
“You know that spider is up there, right? Ugh… it’s so icky. Get rid of it won’t you?”
“It’s not doing anyone any harm up there. The bucket is empty.”
“Ugh. Gross.”
“What if it’s not a spider, huh? What if spiders are actually alien life forms… Like octopus… Eight legs.”
“What?”
“Aliens.”
“You’re crazy. Just scoop it up and drop it outside.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Her mind was full of cobwebs. Dazed, she pushed herself up off the dusty ground. Her head ached something fierce. She blinked against harsh sunlight that didn’t look the same as usual. It was grayer. And a little reddish.
What happened?
She stood in a wide hole. Above her head, on the edge of the… pit? was a metallic doorway. And above that, if she craned her head back, she saw…
Um…
“The hell …?”
Where am I?
Two moons. Two! One a crescent and one full. “Shit.”
A green tinged face popped up over the edge. “Need some help?”
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About the Book:
‘A big-hearted romantic romp full of feeling, family and fun.’ Jodi McAlister
Sabrina’s new Melbourne cafe, her lifelong dream, is struggling-despite her exceptional baked goods and fabulous coffee.
Her love life isn’t faring much better-she just keeps dating the wrong kind of guy. But the boyfriend clause in her loan agreement requires her to be in a committed relationship or pay back the loan in its entirety.
That would mean losing the cafe.
What could be worse? Making up a fake boyfriend, and accidentally giving him the name of the rude and brooding famous writer in her apartment block, the one she wildly insulted when he moved in-that’s what!
And when that leads to the rude and brooding writer joining her rambunctious family on a trip to England and a charade of perfect romance, Sabrina finds herself navigating a whirlwind of contradictory emotions. Including an unignorable awareness of just how infuriatingly hot the insufferable writer is.
But as the boundaries blur, one question looms large- what, or who, is he writing about?
The Boyfriend Clause is everything you could ask for in a contemporary romance- a totally relatable heroine, a steamy love interest, an offbeat family holiday, delicious pastries and just enough spice to set your heart on fire.
My Thoughts:
This was a fun read. And golly, if you have family obsessed with soap operas – this one is a hoot.
Poor Sabrina. Her first business and brand new cafe is teetering on the edge of success or failure… And the loan that enabled her start up, money lent to her by her parents, has a catch and her mom is calling in the clause… the boyfriend clause. Sabrina needs to have a “serious” boyfriend by a certain date or the loan must be paid back. In full. What’s a girl to do?
Make up a boyfriend, that’s what. And Sabrina’s nemesis… the new guy that moved into her apartment block… he’ll do. Except then Sabrina’s family want to meet him. And then it gets worse. Her mom plans a holiday and they ALL have to go. Thus the full comedy of errors kicks off in this giggle fest of a story. If you like your romance with genuine laughs then this one is for you. The plot moves along well with believable twists pushing the romance forward, and the wider cast of characters are well grounded in their individual idiosyncrasies, annoyances and family drama – the ones that generally exist in every family. Its got it all; one bed, mistaken identity, fake dating, enemies to lovers, family secrets, and the boyfriend has secrets too and then there is the meet cute that is not so much on the cute but the eewww.
Bridie Blake has written a terrific rom com to escape the modern world for a while. And the soap opera stuff is hilarious. I know many who would attend such a tour – and the arguments would be the same!
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Okay, wait … wait … my alien tour guide gave me instructions on this one. I’m looking at the sign and I’m … nope, I am definitely lost. I know my handbook said something about this and I took notes on the page as the guide was talking but … ugh.
I flip my control watch to alert.
“Ullo?”
“Yes, hi. I am in the tour group. We landed on this planet three berra ago. You said to look out for the sign with the arrow? I think I’m at the wrong one.”
The sigh I hear is epic.
Rude.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
It’s too soon.
Why me, why now.
The discomfort in my back, my shortened breathing, nausea and the ache in my jaw are all tell tale signs of female heart attack. Lying on my back staring up at the museum around me I realize while I am alone I must be on CCTV somewhere. Someone will find me. It’s odd. All I can think about is that I don’t have time for this. I have theatre performances next week, my kid’s birthday next month, my brother’s funeral in three days, I still owe money on my house, I’m not ready.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
I reflect on a world that has changed. The mirror shows me what it once was. It is unrecognizable. I stare at things I remember but in my mind they have grown hazy. Like a foggy windowpane. I remember peace, friendship, open markets, easy travel across borders and now? That world has gone and what it will become … well, that is a lot darker than any of us ever imagined.
“Soooo, you like it yes? The past? You wish to go back? A measly sum is all it will take. Pay me and touch the mirror.”
My hand hovers…
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
On this world, winter brought a darkness so absolute it was like death. For months. Four months precisely. And so, on this day, the day of sunset, we gather in our homes, on beaches, on mountains, and watch it go. Will it return? Will we be alive to see it return? The dark was not the only absolute. Monsters come with the rise of night. Thus, this night, the sunset night, we watch and pray before we become prey. As soon as it falls, we rush inside and barricade the doors. The watch is set. And we wait for dawn.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson
She was told it was a time of celebration here and to stay quiet. Why became apparent when night fell and the explosions started. Colored fire ripped the sky apart. She huddled beneath the trees amongst damp mulch and trembled. It will pass. They promised it will pass. Silence fell abruptly, then there was cheering and clapping and screams. This place was too dangerous to take by force. Their squadrons would be cut down in the sky. No. It would take subtlety and stealth. She prepared her report as she unfurled her wings. A new invasion plan would be needed.
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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
A lone figure walked the path ahead. Hoping the invisibility shroud that enveloped me worked as advertised, I moved further into the shadow of a nearby tree and waited. There seemed no hint of recognition nor did their eye flicker or head turn at my presence. I slipped into their shadow and kept pace with them as they walked. The job of a guardian angel was a tough one these day. Widespread social media, constant selfies and city surveillance.
The barest touch bestowed my gift of good luck.
I slipped back and she walked on. I wondered what she’d choose.
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