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).
And I have an apology now.
The piece I submit today is not fiction, and it is not an original piece.
For reasons best known to my subconscious, Al’s photo took me back to San Francisco, and a piece one of my alter egos wrote as a Haibun three years ago.
When the Muse speaks, I just listen.
After all, she is a woman!
This experience, and the people involved, live forever in my heart.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read this 100-second piece:
The hippy kid arrives in San Francisco at last, forty-five years later.
He has a gnawing fear, unfounded, that he is too late.
The city is everything he expects, everything he dreams of and believes in.
He breakfasts in Union Square, rides a cable car all the way to the stars, has conversations with the concierge, with an artist, and with his server.
He is immediately at home and at peace.
He walks the famous bridge, and is enthralled by its majesty.
He takes a boat ride round the bay, and visits the notorious Rock.
He is thrilled by all of it.
He takes her hand as they walk through the park at Fort Mason.
They have their picture taken on Marina Boulevard with the Golden Gate as backdrop.
But the Exploratorium takes him completely by surprise.
The Greek-style architecture is amazing, the statues wonderful and the lakeside setting breath-taking.
She smiles gently at his confusion, at his mild embarrassment at being so unaware of this masterpiece of Ancient Europe in the heart of Modern America.
beauty and dreams
make love not war