For this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction I’ve taken one of my recent tales and padded it out a bit! We all have days when we look at a picture expecting a story to appear, then … nothing. What do I do? I go people watching.
Got my coffee, my pad and pen. Now, let’s look around.
He looks a bit shifty. Swap his woolly hat for a fedora, spectacles for sunglasses and suddenly he’s a member of the mob.
He watches his target, then reaches for his weapon. Slowly he…he…
No, perhaps not.
There’s a young lady holding a baby. How sweet.
The faerie child cosied up to its mother. ‘One day you will fly and sprinkle faerie dust and…’
Aaaachooo! Sorry about that! Now I’ve lost my train of thought. Oh look, a man with a dog.
The police alsatian strained it’s leash as it eagerly followed the scent. The handler released it and …
Oh no, it’s doing a poo. That’s completely put me off.
There’s a vicar eating a sandwich and drinking wine. How appropriate!
‘The body of Christ’ muttered the priest placing a morsel of bread in the worshipper’s palm. The kneeling man stared up at the stained glass window. It was suddenly illuminated by a bolt of lighting. Brilliant blue, dazzling green, blinding yellow, aqua marine, err … that plum colour …
Oh, I’m giving up and heading home.
He pushed aside his cup then stood, sending the chair crashing to the ground …
Thanks to Donna for hosting. The picture is from Morguefile