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).
My first reaction this week when I saw Al’s cool photo was to eat a second breakfast.
Ah, I do occasionally miss a Scotch Pie, one of the leading causes of heart failure in my homeland.
I then decided I would try really hard to write a story with a less tenuous link than my norm.
I think you will probably find that I had limited success with this.
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Hello, Debs, hurry up, sweetie, dinner’s ready.
Dad, are you there?
You boys, did you wash your hands?
Ah, you’re there, Debbie, how was school today?
Ron, Don, stop that!
Dad, can’t you tell them?
It’s been quite a day here, one thing after another.
Old Mrs Mac got taken to hospital again.
Oh, do you not know anything, her at number twenty one.
We have been here seventeen years now, since Debs was just weeks old, and you still don’t know anyone.
Yes, her with the cats.
Then Mrs Cairney went to the shops and got her purse stolen.
Right out of her shopping bag at the checkout, she thinks.
And that boy from the other side, you know, the slummy bit…
The one you used to know, Debs, but your Dad didn’t like him so you stopped seeing him.
Aye, Springer, that’s him.
Boys, I won’t tell you again!
Well he was on his motorbike of course, up that back road up the mountains.
Calm down, honey, I’m trying to tell you what happened.
More potatoes, Dad?
Well, some idiot was coming the other way, overtaking where he couldn’t see, and that poor boy…
Well he was forced right off the road, wasn’t he?
Are you okay, baby?
No, he went right off the side at that bit near the viaduct.
Now where has she gone?
What is it with that girl?