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 photo shows the port of Dover, his home town.
My story is set in Medville, which is mine.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
When I see her near the port, I guess where she has been.
Where she shouldn’t have, of course.
She is almost fifteen years old, at the age of curiosity, dissent, experimentation and rebellion.
We exchange cheek kisses in the normal way.
I say nothing, but she notes my expression, shrugs, embarrassed.
After my walk I am inside the little café in the square, talking to my friend Rafa, the proprietor.
He is her father.
She emerges from the family quarters, half waves, heads for the door.
Hey, says Rafa, don’t you say hello to our friend?
Already did, she retorts, unthinking, then reddens.
He is on her in a flash.
When, he asks, where have you been?
Her eyes are wide, afraid.
I was outside on the phone earlier, I say.
He turns to me, uncertain.
I grin at him, return her wave.
Her smile is radiant.
I will debate this later, with my conscience.