Friday Fictioneers – All

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The first shaft of morning sun lifts the courtyard from shadow, like an old-time cinema organ rising from the stage. Yes—another message. I smell gardenias and a hint of sulphur.

Hunkering down, viewing from a distance, turning round suddenly. I try stratagems to decipher the chalked words, but I can make out only the word all.

A threat or a promise? Give me all your money? You have been naught, you shall be all?

Of course, I could wait through the night to catch my mystery correspondent. But if you peek, Santa doesn’t come.

Perhaps the word is allo?


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

65 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – All

  1. Surely if they can make words appear before vanishing they could at least have the decency to make them meaningful, or at least make sense. No time for these cryptic games in the modern world!

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  2. As the others have said, creative use of the prompt. I like how you took some flights of fancy here with the gardenias and santa Claus. It’s fun to read things when it feels like the author has enjoyed writing it.

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  3. All I can think is “All means all” the mantra of Inclusion. But now im wondering if maybe the poor guy IS waiting for Santa.

    I like your wisps of gardenia and sulphur-makes me think of how (I have read that) some, who experience seizures, may have a brief sensory experience beforehand, such as a smell, like a warning, before beginning to convulse.

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