“It couldn’t be” he thought. “I only repeated what I saw that morning, an impossible murder, a real happening, I didn’t make anything up!” Joe noticed he was in an unfamiliar place, high wavering icons shifted as he gazed up at them. His imagination had taken him there, the Hall of Judgment, or at least that’s what he remembered from childhood Bible verses. A booming voice inquired, “Are you sure, Joseph Michael Alexander Jones? Are you perfectly sure that is what you saw?” The voice seemed to grow louder. “Or are you mistaken?” A sudden electric jolt coarsed through Joe.
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16 January 2026
The Bag Lady 
awesome take on last weeks friday fictioneer prompt Cheryl!
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Cheryl, sounds like Joe’s in a bad place, however you look at it. Hoping he survives.
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Oh my, that was intriguing. My mind went two places, electric chair or lightening. You left us with the perfect need to know more…
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It’s an old family thing. Anytime we did something not by the rules, we’d say we were waiting for the lightning.😀
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Here’s my take on the photo prompt:
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The booming voice fit this image so well –
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Pretty scary, eh?😂
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🙂
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Four names, no wonder the Almighty was angry.
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😀
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Oh dear it doesn’t look good for him!
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Sounds more like execution by electric chair.
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Let he be judged.
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The final reckoning! Time to fess up…
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Struck by lightening? Makes me think of the phrase, ‘May God strike me with lightening if I’m not telling the truth. BTW- I love the dragonfly image on your blog—stunning!
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Thank you me too
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