Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Parks have been, for many years, a major feature of my life.
I love a Dear Green Place.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Below is an example of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
Copyright Al Forbes
Daddy
Oh Mummy, please stop squeezing me!
Yes, of course I’m pleased to see you.
And yes, I am happy to be home.
Yes, I had a good time with Daddy.
We went to the circus, and to the zoo, saw elephants and monkeys.
Oh, and snakes, yuk!
We went out on the loch in a little boat, saw lots of birds and swans and ducks.
And some deer on an island.
We went to the Science Centre, it has those mirrors that make you a funny shape, all skinny or really fat!
And there is a great park at Daddy’s new home, with swings and statues and everything, it is lovely.
And he has a little doggie called Cheeky, Daddy says he named it after me!
And Sarah says…
Daddy’s friend, she was there too.
Yes, she lives in Daddy’s new home too.
She is really nice, and funny as well.
She laughs a lot.
And she makes me laugh a lot.
She even makes Daddy laugh a lot.
He didn’t use to laugh at all, did he, Mummy?
Mummy?
Aren’t you glad I’m back?
Why are you crying?
Sound Bite Fiction 
Oh gosh, I’m so glad Daddy’s happy. Poor Mommy, though 😦 Very nice bubbling dialog of a child!
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Happy you enjoyed the childish chatter.
But broken families leave broken hearts.
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Yes, they do.
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The innocence of a child is reflected in your story. Very moving and touching.
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Always good to touch a reader.
Happy you could relate to my little tale.
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You captured a child’s innocence very well in so few words. The truth can be brutal.
Great take on the photo.
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Thank you, Francesca, it is good to hear that a take worked so effectively.
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Oh so sad for the mother, to hear this so innocently told by the son. It’s great the way you played that out so slowly. Great story!
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Och aye, Eagle Aye, children just speak simple truths.
Your words are much appreciated, thank you.
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Now that is sad!
DJ
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Life often is.
Thanks for visiting, Danny
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Children say the truest things…
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And the truth often hurts…
Thank you for your comment, Donna.
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I could hear the conversation and sense the pain. Sad yet delightful.
Visit Keith’s Ramblings!
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Thank you, Keith, a child’s monologue can be tricky, glad it worked for you.
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You’ve captured the innocence of a child beautifully. Loved this piece.
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Thank you, Belinda, but do you know who you are talking to now?
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PS see my comment to Sunday Fiction, below.
Or maybe above!
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Yes. You are an intruder. Where has my little pink friend gone? 😦
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Don’t fret, he is fat and happy over at the zoo, probably waiting for a hug.
That is what makes the pompous pachyderm preen pinkly.
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Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
AnElephantCant go out at night
Mummy says he can’t play in the dark
So he has to stay quite
Well-behaved till daylight
To see if Daddy takes him to the park
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You captured the “chatter” of a young boy wonderfully! Great story!
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Thank you, Joy, lovely to see you here, as always.
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Thank you and it is always good to see you too.
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Such a sweet and painful story. Kids don’t know what they say sometimes, they just say what they see without knowing the consequences. Great story
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Cheers, SF, or, like the song, can I call you Al?
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Everyone knows it’s me 😉 Trying to think of the singer’s name. Was it Art or Paul?
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Except perhaps dear Belinda!
See my ‘famous’ blog, two posts ago.
It was Paul, the talented one.
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haha whoops.
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