The Fence – 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 slightly soggy photo of a stream in flood took me, of course, back to Scotland.
What can I say, I am hugely predictable.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Click here to hear me read the story:

The Fence

I climb the fence I have climbed a thousand times before.
It is four feet high, with four cross-rails.
Maybe I am more tired from my journey than I realise.
Maybe the unaccustomed cold and damp is affecting my knee more than I think.
Maybe three hours with my grandson, playing games in the park, has exhausted me.
Whatever the reason, as I swing my trailing leg over, my heel catches.
I start to topple backwards, and inwards.
And I am suddenly very aware of the tree behind me.
I hunch my shoulders, push my head forward.
My curved back hits the tree and the ground simultaneously.
I am badly winded, but apparently unhurt.
Jack is beside me, concern on his face.
He offers me a hand.
In a minute, I say, taking some time to gather my breath and my dignity.
Then he helps me up, and we move on, more slowly.
At about the same time the following day we reach the same spot again.
We can walk round, he says.
No, I grin, I have a plan.
What’s that, he asks, dubiously.
He knows me too well.
I won’t fall today, I laugh.
He looks at me, grinning back.
Okay, he says, but let’s move away from the tree!

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45 Responses to The Fence – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Sally says:

    A lovely story – the bond between generations is strong.

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  2. kirizar says:

    Nice, but I wish you’d spilled the ‘secret’ of getting over the fence.

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  3. mandibelle16 says:

    Very cute story of you and Jack. So sweet he is trying to look after you, and take you away from the tree.

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  4. Dear CE,

    Your soft spot for Jack is evident as is the relationship the two of you enjoy. Lovely piece that leaves me smiling inwardly and outwardly.



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  5. Lovely writing. Vivid, humorous, and (if only momentarily) heart-wrenching. My favorite bit was “taking some time to gather my breath and my dignity.” Thanks for this.

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  6. Iain Kelly says:

    I thought he was landing in the water for sure! Glad it had a happy, warm ending. Nice one.

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  7. Graham Lawrence says:

    Light and tender. Very enjoyable to read.

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  8. Dahlia says:

    Very vividly narrated piece – could see it happening, although I must confess I didnt quite ‘get’ the plan…

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  9. Humorous story, C.E. It seems pride is important. His grandson is trying to preserve it while increasing the safety factor. Good writing. Nice change from the usual dark subject. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  10. LiteraryFuzz says:

    Fantastic little picture you’ve created here. Made me laugh, reminds me of several family outings.

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  11. Lynn Love says:

    A lovely little snapshot of family life there, C. Sweet and realistic, feels like a moment caught on the page. Nicely done 🙂

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  12. Love it! Light-hearted and made me chuckle: thank you!!

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  13. Good idea from Jack. Such a lovely tale. I think Jack knows his grandfather all too well.

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  14. Steve Lakey says:

    This ended more positively than I expected. 🙂

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  15. emmylgant says:

    Ah yes. A slice of life, love, and tenderness.
    Beautifully constructed, with all the warmth, humanity showing.
    Great writing.

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