Every Friday, writers from around the globe join to write tiny tales in response to a photo prompt posted on Rochelle’s blog. This week’s photo has been supplied by Rich Voza.

Ron’s poem was originally 150 words. We’ve included the full version below the Fictioneers version, in case anyone wishes to read it. 🙂

Three Doors in a Field
Image (C) Rich Voza

Joanna’s story ~ Old Faithful

Simon and Patch paused abruptly at the strange sight: three doors, red, white and blue, lonely statues beyond the oak.

Patch growled, his hackles rising like hedgehog spines. Every hair on Simon’s body stood to attention.

The handle on the red door turned. Patch whined, dropped to the ground. The door creaked open, icy air hissing through from whatever lay beyond.

Simon stumbled, currents of cold air folding around him, binding him, dragging him towards the doorway.

Patch barked. He leapt into the vague shadows, snapping, tearing, twisting, retrieving his beloved master.

The door slammed hastily closed. No victim today.

[100 words]

In memory of loyal dogs everywhere. Rest in peace, Snoop.

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Ron’s poem ~ The Other Way

Which colour shirt or socks today?
What shoes to match, denim or cord?
It’s things which we choose that set us apart

They’re doing the same or other big thoughts
That lead to their shape or persona on view
We mix, mill around, interact and respond

All led by the tunic or cut of their hair
Decisions we made: right, left or straight on
Creates action out there, reflects on and on

If so little can change or affect those around
With outward displays or movements we make
Then how much to achieve by taking the stance

[97 words]

The full poem ~ The Other Way

Which colour shirt or socks today?
What shoes to match, denim or cord?
It’s things which we choose that set us apart

From different to same and risk or play safe
Through food we pick or where we do sit
Creates the ‘now me’ that others will view

They’re doing the same or other big thoughts
That lead to their shape or persona on view
We mix, mill around, interact and respond

All led by the tunic or cut of their hair
Decisions we made: right, left or straight on
Creates action out there, reflects on and on

Our contact’s reactions accepting or not
Effect the next move or which door we may take
How far will it spread from red, white or the blue?

If so little can change or affect those around
With outward displays or movements we make
Then how much to achieve by taking the stance

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The tales written by other writers who’ve taken part this week can be found by clicking the blue frog below.

Our earlier stories can be found here and on our old blog.

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Crystal, Fire and Water.

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