Ginger - insent. Thanks for being willing to look at it. And thanks for the heads up. Don't know how my profile address got destroyed. Now corrected in case anyone else is interested in looking it over.

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Squeaking in under the wire, as usual.

"dive"

It’s not the kind of thing she does, but she lets Amelia drag her along anyway. “It’s Friday,” Amelia shouts over the band, pressed up against her in the crowd. A greasy haze of smoke hangs over the bar. “Loosen up.”

It’s nothing like the steamy warmth of the pool at the gym, the chlorine tang in her lungs when she slices through the water. It’s hot, sweat and the yeasty funk of beer all she can smell. But the music makes her move, and after a minute it feels good, sound pumping in her blood. She lets herself dive.

Apparently I am living in the past! Oops. So this is ... a week late. ::sheepish::

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The previous challenge is now closed. So is the one before that.

This week, let's have a Photo Drabble

Photographs 1 through 5 are From the Look at me archives

Photograph 1

Photograph 2

Photograph 3

Photograph 4

Photograph 5

Photographs 6-10 are from various groups on Flickr.

Photograph 6

Photograph 7

Photograph 8

Photograph 9

Photograph 10

Please identify what photograph you are drabbling about.

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[link] Photo 9

Mr. Parks dabbed at the sweat on his bald head. "Draw your curtains, Ruby. They're asking us to close the house."

I blinked at him, looked out at the people gathered around the box office, then reached for the cords that drew the velvet curtains that blocked the windows. The crowd yelled disapproval.

"How long will we be closed, Mr. Parks? Lola said--"

"It's nothing neither you nor Lola need worry about." He wiped his head again. There were spots of drying blood on his cuffs. "I'm sure it won't be long."

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Photos 4 [link] and 5 [link]

They last saw Aunt Sadie in Miami, on the beach, moving fast. Something about a motor launch waiting, with the engine running.

They said she robbed that market in Jacksonville, but I didn't believe it. Someone tied up the clerk and pistolwhipped the manager, but Aunt Sadie? In her sensible suit and eyeglasses?

And what about Uncle Ralph? He came home from Florida alone, then moved to Kansas. Daddy whispered something about where the money for the new farm came from, but Mom shushed him.

I got a card from Sadie when I graduated high school, postmarked Costa Rica, but Mom took it away.

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photo drabbles are my favorite! Both of yours gave me goosebumps, connie.

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I adore the photos, they trigger the weirdest thoughts.

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I really liked your first one, connie, but the second was absolutely chilling.

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Did Ralph and Sadie split the money? Did Sadie let Ralph keep the money in return for her running off with Raoul in the motor launch?

What makes it particularly chilling? The apparent respectability masking the potential for a violent crime? I was going for melodrama and I'm curious where the twist is.

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I got a chill when Mom took away the postcard. It implied to me that there was something sinister about the whole affair that your Mom thought you weren't old enough to comprehend.

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