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).
This week’s delightful photo makes me think of beautiful autumn days, when the world is a wonderful place.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
I love blackberries.
And Kirk and the girls just love the blackberry jam I make.
But they are so small this year.
Too dry, I think, we have not had enough rain this summer.
So when I am picking some today, rather poor specimens, I suddenly get quite excited.
I see this towering oak tree in a field, with blackberry bushes all around it.
And they look laden with fruit.
I forget I am a lady, clamber over the fence, and rush to my bounty.
Sure enough, the blackberries are huge, juicy and so sweet.
I eat as many as I put in my bag, they are so good.
At first I ignore the little prickles on my skin, thinking it is heat rash.
But then I see my arms and legs are covered in mosquitoes.
And I feel them on my face.
The swelling starts very quickly.
The bumps are already bigger than the blackberries.
And growing fast.