Sunday Photo Fiction

 

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I can still see us on the patio, relaxing in the sunshine, only moving now and again to pour another glass of Sancerre or nibble on a tasty morsel of tapas. We’d pluck oranges from our tree and grapes from the vine. We’d occasionally stroll down the street to Lola’s Cantina, or laze under a palm tree on the golden sandy foreshore.  We’d wake to birdsong, and doze off to the sound of the sea. Do you remember the quiet, the calm? Do you remember how peaceful it was?

…until the day you plugged in your hairdryer which exploded setting the bed alight, then the curtains, which made the windows shatter. Then it spread to the kitchen scaring the dog which leapt up knocking over the gas cylinder beside the cooker, which fell into the flames, and then…and then…and then the roof blew off!

Right, time for a bit of DIY. We’ll be back on the patio in no time. Got materials, check. Cans of beer to keep me cool, check. Brought my tools, check. Sunlounger to take rest breaks on, check. Put petrol in the generator…whoopsie, spilt a bit. Quite a bit actually but never mind. Pull on the starter cord…and

 

spf-june-3-2018-1-of-1For Sunday Photo Fiction which is hosted by Susan. This week’s picture is by C.E. Ayr

20 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction”

  1. Wow. That was some hairdryer. The one my wife uses has a breaker switch built into the plug to prevent that, and another breaker switch is built into the circuit for the bathroom wall sockets just to prevent such an occurrence.

    Then again, it sounds like these folks are a bit accident-prone.

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