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 astute photo gives me the green light to join in again after missing out last week due to technical problems.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
It is good to be back in the city.
Okay, this is not my city, but it has the same sort of buzz.
Don’t get me wrong, I love where I live now, a small town on the Mediterranean.
But a city has a life of its own, the people, the traffic, the noise.
Stay back from the kerb, she tells me, it is dangerous, they jump lights.
But I laugh.
I am from Glasgow, afraid of nothing.
I stand right on the corner waiting for the signal to change.
Even as I plan my alone time, I am absorbing my surroundings.
The young mothers with push-chairs, elderly couples, arm in arm, men in suits, pretty girls in denims, boisterous young men, a sports club, perhaps.
On the road a high percentage of SUVs thunder past.
As I edge forward, anticipating the green light, I suddenly know I have a problem.
The lads are jostling each other, one stumbles into my back.
The bus, hurtling through on amber, brings certain death.
To the teenage rugby player who lurches past my twisting body.