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).
Today I thought, when I first saw Al’s rather belated photo, two very different things.
One, Al is a numpty.
But he is a friend, and a good guy.
Two, I know nothing about horticulture.
Well, I am a Scot, so anything with ‘culture’ is a different world.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read the story:
Everything is coming up roses.
I can see the future.
I am rich beyond belief.
It is too easy.
I can see how the stock market will move.
I can foresee the results of sporting events.
I cannot fail to make money.
Everything I was told was the truth.
He said he would let me see the future.
But for a price.
He promised my health would not be affected, nor any of my senses.
I would remain as active as before, still play rugby and my guitar.
He would not tell me the price in advance.
He said it was something I would not miss.
So do I?
It is hard to say.
You see, I can see the future, but not the past.
He took my memory.
I do not know who I am.