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).
Al’s great photo of a lamppost glowing in the dark made me think of romance, and lost love.
Then I thought of this.
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Click here to hear me read the story:
I am sitting outside the little café in the square.
At the next table is an English family, mum, dad, son, daughter.
We get talking.
They are on holiday, obviously.
They are friendly and intelligent.
Chris is a nice guy, and they are good kids.
Keeley is blonde, slim and tanned, with a great smile.
In short, she is stunning.
I see them a few times, here and around town, always all together.
Then, only a couple of days before they are due to leave, I see her come out of a shop alone.
I am leaning against a lamppost, suffering in the heat.
I raise a hand in greeting.
She smiles enchantingly, greets me French style, with a kiss on each cheek.
I see the concern in her eyes.
Are you feeling okay, she asks.
Not great, I say, need to get into the shade.
She looks around uncertainly.
Where, she asks.
I live just around the corner, I say, pointing tiredly.
I’ll help you to your door, she volunteers, should I call Chris?
No, I give her my arm, I’ll be fine.
As we move slowly towards my home, my heart is pounding.
My patience has paid off.
Eight days of surveillance is worthwhile.
I am so glad I took the time to sharpen my knives.