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 thought this week when I saw Al’s freaky image was that I was still asleep.
Maybe it is just me, but it is often difficult to tell the difference, don’t you think?
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We sit high above the rocky shoreline, guitars in hand.
We have written our songs here ever since we were kids.
I say we, but in truth he has all the talent.
He composes the music and writes the chorus.
I fill in the verses round about.
And sometimes he changes those words too.
But I get equal credit on everything we produce, always.
I think, and I suspect he does too, that if he went solo he would be a megastar.
But he is loyal.
So we are never quite there, fame and fortune are always tantalisingly just beyond our reach.
And I don’t believe he cares very much.
He has family money and, of course, the girl we have both loved all our lives.
He is like a brother to me.
He stands, starts to play his latest riff.
I stand too, put my hand on his shoulder, and look down at the rocks far below.
I can only see one way to get rich.