Solving a puzzle

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows the silhouette of a woman walking her bicycle at sunset (or possibly sunrise) and her dog is walking ahead of her.

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She was confused when she opened the letter addressed to her recently deceased father and what she found inside was something she needed to think about and make a decision. With both her parents gone and no siblings, it fell to her to take a decision regarding the news in the letter. She took her dog Rory and went for a long bike ride.

Walking home with her bike, Andy was pleasantly tired. It was true that the flat tire had added to her exercise minutes but she got to enjoy the beautiful sunset with Rory beside her. Her time alone had helped her to think of a solution to the riddle of the letter.

Her father apparently had been estranged from his own siblings, which he had never mentioned. Now one of his brother had written to him to ask for a reconciliation. Andy thought that since she was all alone in the world, she’d reach out to her uncle and perhaps they will mend the broken bridges.

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Written for FFFC # 186, hosted by Fandango

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Oh no!

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an upset or angry woman squeezing her head with her two hands, fingers outstretched.

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He hadn’t realized that he had passed the point of no return until he walked in the bedroom and saw his wife with her hands clutching her head and screaming loudly; “I know what you do for a living Mark! How can you!”

Mark tried to think of something to say but his mind seemed frozen. “ It’s like this….. what you’re thinking is not correct……”

Don’t lie to me. I know that the FBI is investigating your company and they even came to our home today. As soon as they get hold of any evidence they’ll arrest you. And you’ll end up in jail and I’ll lose everything, even our home. How could you?”

Mark changed track and became aggressive. With unbecoming boastful pride he said, “they won’t find anything to connect me to the drug smuggling. I’ve handled this business in a way that there will be nothing to connect me to it!”

You mean to say that your name is nowhere linked to the rent of the warehouse where they found the drugs?” she said.

Yes, there is no document that can implicate me. And if you say anything, it won’t be acceptable as you’re my wife!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and a police detective, followed by armed men entered. “Thanks, Mrs. Jones, we now have evidence connecting your husband to the smuggling ring,” he said as he cuffed Mark and Jennifer extracted the hidden wire from her shirt. Thanks to her cooperation, the FBI had evidence to investigate her husband, soon to be former.

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Written in response to FFFC # 185, hosted by Fandango

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Unfounded suspicions

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman lying on a sectional sofa draped by a large, bluish terrycloth towel or blanket that covers all of her body, including her head, except for her lower legs and feet.

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When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she would just be spending a lazy afternoon on the couch while he had said that he was going on a trip outside the city.

Silently, he peeked through the living room window and saw her lying on the sofa, her body covered by her favorite blue blanket. He was relieved that his suspicions were unfounded and Martha wasn’t having an affair in his absence with his best friend, James.

He crept away, got in his car, and left. As soon as the sound of the car driving away reached Martha’s ears, she flung away the blanket and called to James who was hiding behind the sofa.

He’s gone now! Let’s do some planning!

Both got busy working out the details of Mark’s 40th surprise birthday party!

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Written in response to FFFC # 184, hosted by Fandango

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A plea

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For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a woman standing in an eerie forest and her arms transition into bare limbs of a tree and her lower torso into a tree trunk with long roots spreading out across the ground .

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Today she would find out if her entire life was a lie, as she stood in the forest and chanted the spell taught to her by her mother. If the spell worked, it would mean that she had inherited the magic from her mother, and if the spell failed, she would be daubed a fraud and charlatan.

Taking a deep breath, she said the incantation and raised her hand skywards. It started happening almost immediately. Her feet elongated and turned into root-like structures anchoring her to the place. Her arms took the shape of branches and extended towards the sky.

Now she uttered the plea. “Please keep my tribe safe in this time of hardship. We seek the shelter of mother nature and grant us the form that would protect us from the enemy

One by one the people of her tribe started to change like her into different forms. And soon they blended into the forest and the enemy which came looking to destroy her tribe couldn’t find them.

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Written for FFFC # 183, hosted by Fandango

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A chance encounter?

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(For the visually challenged writer, the image shows two men walking in opposite directions in the middle of a downpour).

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It would be easy enough to come away from that encounter thinking that nobody had noticed that clandestine exchange of notes between the two men walking in opposite directions in the rain. Walter was sure that his passing of information was not on the radar of his bosses.

But he was mistaken!

When the next morning he was called into his boss’s office he was not apprehensive at all. Little did he know that the guy he had passed on the vital information, was a spy for the management and he was there in the boss’s office with the info he had given him.

Walter was asked to clean his office and collect his dues on the way out. What the management didn’t know was that Walter had made copies of the vital documents which were now in a safe place at his home. He would soon be contacting a rival firm for a position in exchange for that information.

Written for FFFC# 181, hosted by Fandango

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Energy crisis

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman standing on a stone dock by a lake tossing morsels of food into the air. She’s surrounded on the dock, in the air, and on the water, by various birds and waterfowl going after the food.

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After the shock of seeing the amount of her latest electricity invoice wore off, Tammy decided that, in order to save energy going forward, she would find a boat and live on it.

She contacted many people who dealt in selling boats and also went online to research the pros and cons of boat living. Her research convinced her that it was a good decision. She put her house on market and started looking around for a nice boat to buy.

Today was her first day on her new boat. She took some bird food with her to celebrate with her new neighbors.

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Written for FFFC # 181, hosted by Fandango

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Clean energy project

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a schoolboy pushing a table with his science fair project, which is on wind energy.

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I woke from a sound sleep with a start, turned on my nightstand light, and realized that I had fallen asleep before I had put finishing touches to my clean energy project for the science fair being held in our school tomorrow.

Frantically, I started making the labels for the different parts of my project and making sure that the wind Mills blades were glued on properly and could move when I blew on them. At last, when I was done I gave my project a satisfied look. I thought I had done a great job and was sure that tomorrow I would win at least a recommendation from the judges. Maybe a prize too.

My parents had helped me think up this idea for the project and they were great proponents of advocating clean renewable energy.

I went back to sleep with a smile on my face!

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Written for FFFC # 180, hosted by Fandango

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Walls have ears

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(For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an old fashioned record player (aka gramophone) in a room with possibly Victorian-era chairs and other period decorations.)

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People trust me with their secrets, but if they really knew me they would be a bit more cautious. That old saying that even walls have ears isn’t all that far off. I may look like an insignificant piece of old tech but I really am much more than that.

My inventor created me to record all the conversations going on around me. When people think they are alone, they share their secrets and nefarious plans which are stored in my memory bank. Once everyone leaves, my owner comes and listens to the recordings and makes notes of anything worthwhile.

He has amassed a lot of wealth by blackmailing his visitors.

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Written in response to FFFC # 177, hosted by Fandango

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Soul sisters

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows two women, foreheads touching, in a hug-like embrace.

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As our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with the feeling that I knew her. Not in a practical way but like I knew her from centuries ago. We both were the almost there same age, though she was fair with blond hair and I was dark-haired and skinned. But I felt that she also was struck by that bolt of awareness.

Hesitantly, she came to my table and sat down. “Do I know you?” She asked

I was thinking the same thing”, I said. “Where are you from?

I was born in Ireland, but my parents moved to Uk when I was 5. And you?” She asked.

I have lived here all my life, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life. How is that possible?”

I think we will have to solve this mystery because it’s too intriguing”, she said. “Let’s meet here tomorrow as I’ve to go meet my mom now”.

We have met many times after that and we still don’t know the connection we have with each other but the pull is very strong. It feels if we are soul sisters. Perhaps one day the mystery will be solved and for now we are content to be best friends.

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Written for FFFC # 176, hosted by Fandango

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Mending fences

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For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a girl sitting inside a tent. She’s reading a book and has a smile on her face.

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Truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it and I declined the opportunity until I found out that she will also be there.

Cathy was my best friend during my grade school and it was in our freshman year that due to a misunderstanding, we broke our friendship. I always rued this and when my mom told me that she and a few friends were going to the beach with their kids I wasn’t interested till she told me that Cathy and her mom would be there too.

That day I packed a special gift for Cathy and when everyone was busy enjoying the beach and the ocean, I started to look for her. As I expected, she was sitting in her tent, engrossed in a book. I tentatively said hi!

She looked up and immediately jumped up and hugged me. Oh how good to see you, Nicole, she said. I was happy that she didn’t bear any grudge for the past misunderstandings. I offered her the book I had chosen as a gift for her. It was a classic that she was very fond of.

I’m glad I took that small step that day for Cathy and I are best friends again.

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Written for FFFC # 173, hosted by Fandango

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