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, an apparently innocuous little shed, provides much food for thought.
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So they found a body, you know?
Where, her father asks, although he already knows the answer.
Where they are draining the Moor Loch for that new development.
I wonder who it is, he says, although he knows that too.
It’s got to be Chester, doesn’t it?
They look at each other in silence for a while.
Did you kill him, she asks.
What, no! I thought you did! That’s why I hid his body!
Chester was a visitor from the great city many years ago.
She had fallen for him in a big way, dumping her local boyfriend in the process.
Then he had told her he was going home to get married.
The old man is relieved to tell her at last how he had found him battered to death behind the tractor shed.
I knew you had a temper, I thought you had just lost it. Although I was amazed a wee thing like you could do that much damage.
Don’t be daft, I was too busy crying my silly eyes out. I thought it was the end of the world until Jamie took me back.
There is a short pause, then they both turn to look out of the window.
Her husband’s broad back ripples as he hefts lengths of wood across the farmyard.