Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s exquisite photo by Piya Singh transports me to days long gone. Well, to my FF offering of two weeks ago!
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
I become increasingly anxious.
I try to concentrate, to remember where I am, why I am here.
Others have come and gone, I am still waiting.
I cannot see how they are called.
They appear to just get up, unbidden, and walk away.
Some nod to their neighbours, smile, but no one acknowledges me.
I squirm on the hard seat.
A tall, severe lady in a white uniform appears, beckons to me.
She leads me to a previously unnoticed door.
I go through, tentatively, nervously.
I see the Highland croft where I spent happy childhood holidays.
I am home.