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Prompt photo by Brenda Cox I wondered if any of the gang would be alive. The town had given permission for the development of our hunting grounds. When the diggers moved in… well the less said the better… Clive, I…

Prompt photograph from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, copyrighted Trevor should have been names Rover, for he liked to wander. One day he just wandered out of her life. So slowly but surely Judy removed his stuff, plastic planes, model trains, last to…

Prompt photo provided by Dale Rogerson Reader I am reading, I started with a frayed Wartime Services Edition of ‘sweet Thames run softly’ by artist and author Robert Gibbing, it called to mind my childhood. So did my next book…

Photograph prompt provided by Na’ama Yehuda The young cockerel was happy. One day he would the most important individual on the farm, the time keeper. Until then he must learn to be wise. The old owl who lived in the…

Prompt from Ted Strutz Edgar was sitting quietly, savouring his early morning coffee. He wondered whether to smile or not at the antics of a mischievous couple of children. Their parents were so engrossed in tapping mobile phones that they…

Prompt provided by Carole Erdman-Grant The derelict old library stood forlorn. Books had been banned. Something to about being unhealthy for the masses. If you needed to learn you went to the government computer terminal. So the children asked old…

A challenge photograph set for writing flash, I saw an Ocean ! Joseph watched the oceans harsh power battering the land. It reminded him of the battle that his family had resisting the invasion. Images of friends and family dying…

Photo prompt from David Stewart I was nine when farm took me as an apprentice, at least I got to sleep on sweet hay and felt the warmth from the horses. Alice the dairy maid made sure that I got…

Photo prompt from Roger Bultot I might live in the city, but you know I breath deeper and thrive more in the wilderness of Utah. This is the last day that I will raise my cap. I have given notice…

This weeks prompt photograph is provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The silence was frightening, nothing moved, nothing lived. Pristine sands. The deep blue ocean. So still. Once there would have been shadows cast by life. But now. No trees, no grasses,…