FOLLOWING THE PATH

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–December 18th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not counting the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/sunday-photo-fiction-december-18th-2016/

Genre: Human Interest Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

FOLLOWING THE PATH by P.S. Joshi

The Buddhist monk entered the ancient temple on the high mountain and knelt in front of the large statue of the Buddha.

The monastery temple was cold but his mind was elsewhere. He followed Lamrim, the stages of the path to enlightenment.  Fingering his wooden prayer beads, he murmured the chant of meditation.

He meditated on his past life much of which had been in the monastery. His mother was poor and had brought him here as a child.

The other monks gradually came and knelt, each following his own path. Some had come as little more than children and others when older. It was hard to tell age. Their heads were shaved and they all wore similar attire, a sea of orange.

Incense was lit, the smoke winding its way upward. All hoped their souls would become part of the eternal whole.

This was the scene that greeted the weary traveler as he entered and knelt with them. He wasn’t a Buddhist, but also searched for enlightenment.

His life had been a search for true love but it had evaded him. Great wealth was his but no peace. Sadly, neither could be bought. He’d tried.

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THE PLANT

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction — April 10th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members just click on the link below, then click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/sunday-photo-fiction-april-10th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 2+200=202 Words

THE PLANT by P.S. Joshi

When the chemical plant first decided to build in Shaffertown the townspeople were delighted.

“There’ll be more jobs for our citizens,” boasted Mayor Markem.

There were long lines at the application office. Job interviews and hiring began.

Joey Wister saw the company president grocery shopping one day. “He looks like a big hungry wolf,”–he thought as he put groceries in his own cart.–“I can almost see fangs, and the hungry look in his eyes is the same a wolf gets when it spies a sheep. I remember the one I saw when I was in the mountains with Dad.”

“Joey,” his mother said when he told her–“you have a big imagination.”

The plant had been up and running for about six months when the overpowering stench from the river was noticed. Then a glut of dead, swollen fish started floating downstream.

Inspection by the Fish and Game Department found the plant had been dumping chemicals straight into the water. A court case was filed  that went on and on.

Swimming was prohibited.

Dave Jenkins found his well water was contaminated, undrinkable. He had to put in an expensive filter system.

It was next discovered Shaffertown’s ground was poisoned.

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I’VE BEEN GONE

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Photo Copyright: Douglas M. Macilroy

We’re here for another week, gathered today in a virtual observatory high in some virtual snow-covered mountains. We’re here as the Friday Fictioneers to discuss our original stories for this week. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Douglas M. Macilroy. Thanks, again, Doug.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link.

The link for the other stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/04/22/24-april-2015/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

I’VE BEEN GONE by P.S. Joshi

Mom took me to a really scary movie. Aliens landed near an observatory.

“Oh, Marie,” she said. “I shouldn’t have taken you to that one. I had no idea it would bother you.”

But she didn’t really understand why I was frightened. Aliens had already contacted me. I didn’t tell her as they’d warned me not to.

We lived in the mountains, and they wanted to land somewhere no one would find them.

“We’ll take you for a ride,” they said.

It sounded exciting.

“I’ll have to be back for dinner,” I answered.

I’m back–forty years later.

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