Photo Story: The Spoon

By Beth Schmidt
The fork snored lightly, sound asleep and unaware of what tomorrow would bring.

Photo Story: School Fair

By Katherine Hubbard
Nina’s four, I’m seven. At the penny-toss Nina wins a goldfish with silvery fins–everyone cheers. I toss all my pennies, win nothing.

Photo Story: Picturesque

By Mason Frost
“We have reservations at Gabriel’s tonight,” she said, toweling her hair. “James?”

Photo Story: The Little Ones

By Elijah Lee Gunn
They burrow between the cracks in our reality, craving the taste of clouds, feeling only the coarse, rough dirt below.

Photo Story: A&V

By Victoria Cho
We had a little photo store in Old Tappan. Our father named it Gold Star Photos. My brother and I spent summers in the back, where the studio was, not doing summer homework.

Photo Story: Two Masterpieces about Jello

We received a number of wonderful stories to this month's photo prompt, and we were stymied to pick a single winner, so please indulge us in presenting these two gems.

Photo Story: The Scene

By Tamara Stanley
We found Reina in a sunlit, graffitied dumpster that she would have liked.

Photo Story: Devil’s Breath

By Kathryn Kulpa
Some days there wasn’t enough starch in the world. Jessie’s shirtwaist wilted against her body. In the street the ice wagon raised baked-dust clouds.

Photo Story: Goat Yoga

By Lisa Fairman
We take revenge during goat-yoga class. A herd of ladies arrive each Saturday, and Friday night we gorge ourselves like horses before a race.

Photo Story: The Trumpeter’s Caress

By Natalie Wu
She waits in the corner, haughty and lacquered. I always sit close, inhaling her delicate scent of beeswax polish.

Photo Story: Hydroponic Veggie

By Tamara Stanley
It is mostly summer now. Above me there are skyscrapers, McMansions, slums...

Photo Story: Paper Moon

By Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Astride the swing ride, sky opens, vast, deep, lavender. I should be scared, suspended in the air. But I’m not.

Photo Story: The Mueller Report

By Rickie Roberts
He said, she said.
You can’t say that.
He said.
Okay.

Photo Story: We’re Not Speaking

By Francis J. Trautman
When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat.

Photo Story: Rain City

By Lucie Bernheim
Ben gets up to wash the dishes. I down the glass of wine I was drinking and pour myself another. My arm cast almost knocks the bottle over, but he saves it.

Photo Story: The Riddle of Man’s Desire

By Daniel Moore
Ai the Beautiful was the first woman permitted to join the sangha Buddhist order, and before long half its members abandoned their vows of celibacy driven by lust.

Photo Story: Scrubbing In

By Joe Bernardi
For the first time that night, she paused. The sink flooded her memory.

Photo Story: What Came Before

By Ken Gosse
Before they searched him for ID to notify someone; before police called for a body pickup; before a caller said he looked dead ...

Photo Story: Woman Keeps Dead Husband’s Teeth on the Nightstand

By Sarah Freligh
Friday is Mrs. Judson’s, her marble-topped table that refuses to give up its smudges no matter how hard I polish.

Photo Story: Taillights

By Jimmy Leonard
We’re forty minutes outside of Sacramento when traffic crawls to a stop. Luggage racks, loose clothes, dogs yipping out windows.