Keeley – Sunday Photo Fiction

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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Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

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.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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23 Responses to Keeley – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Was not expecting that! Scary!


  2. Sally says:

    ooh scary stuff.


  3. I doubt that’s going to be a cooking lesson or buffet luncheon. Your killer is going to strike again. Good but brutal writing, C.E.


  4. mandibelle16 says:

    Uggg… That last line gives me shivers. I wish she had never walked over to him. Great write CE. Shocking with the brutality in the end, or brutality to come.


  5. Cara Hartley says:

    Eek–scary! I wasn’t expecting that ending.


  6. That is brilliantly told that the really unexpected ending!


  7. Graham Lawrence says:

    Deftly executed. Polished and taut.


  8. emmylgant says:

    Shudders! Brrr!!
    Impeccably built story that goes from benevolent curiosity through misdirection then tension and a presumed gory murder…. But the narrator could have a cooking lesson in mind for all we really know!
    Sometimes you are really scary.


  9. Nice! Another sharp tale from you there. I wonder if he will get the others as well.


  10. That, was so perfect. 👍

    Liked by 1 person

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