The Path – 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).
I thought, when I first saw Al’s rather curious photo, of writing something to explain the peculiarities of the wodjacallit thingummyjig whojikapiv which takes centre stage.
But then I decided to let folk do their own research.
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 my story:
The Path

Halfway up the steps I stop.
And sigh.
I can remember when we use to bound up them two at a time.
Of course we were young then, and in love.
Now, thirty years later, I love you even more.
My eyes mist slightly as I remember walking hand in hand along the top of the cliff.
We always followed the little path that led us to the secluded glade, where we lay for hours in each other’s arms.
We haven’t done that since our eldest was born.
Nowadays we don’t seem to spend much time alone, just the two of us.
I guess that Bill has been with us a lot since he lost his wife last year.
I was surprised when he said he couldn’t meet me today.
We always get together on Wednesday, when you go to the market.
I sigh again.
I can read the footprints in the sodden leaves as if they were printed in large letters.
I recognise Bill’s hiking boots.
And your much daintier pumps.
My heart is heavy.
And so is the gun in my pocket.

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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20 Responses to The Path – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Haha none at all. It’s just a possibility


  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Gun in his pocket I’m guessing the husband suspected and really didn’t want to realize what was going on btw his wife and Bill. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have a gun, but maybe he’s from Texas or somewhere in the Southern US? Lol. Then it would be pretty usual for him to have his gun right on him for “security” of course.

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  3. whoa! After that very sweet beginning, I wasn’t expecting that ending! Excellent.

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  4. Anja says:

    I quite like listening to the tale. Still have an accent, I see.

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  5. Fred Rock says:

    You had a nice run, Bill.

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  6. A very clever story involving memories and violence yet to happen. Loved it.

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  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Really liked the way this turned from a misty-eyed tale of remembering young love to a sinister love triangle that’s going to end in violence. Great writing.

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  8. What fun, I loved this one.

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  9. Awww .. naff. Poor main character. Hope he is covering his own trail so he is not a suspect in their “murder-suicide” pact.

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  10. You’re carrying a gun again I see C.E. I’ve lost count of the number of characters you’ve bumped off in this post. Good writing, though. 🙂 — Suzanne

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