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.
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Click here to hear me read the story:
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!