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).
This week Al’s neatly nephological photo took me to a strange place.
Like most people I love clouds, and see all sorts of dancing elephants and decapitated chickens every time I look up.
But this story came as a bit of a surprise.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
And, for obvious reasons, no reading this week.
Copyright Al Forbes
Fairy Godmother
I am a Fairy Godmother.
And let me tell you right away this is a rotten gig.
Yes, I know, you think it is dead glamorous, don’t you?
Sparkling wings, fancy gown, magic wand with a wee star on top, all that sort of thing?
Only in the movies.
Hollywood movies.
Well my beat is the West of Scotland.
I have about 2 million folk to look after, and my memory is pretty well shot.
And don’t talk to me about transport.
I don’t have a broomstick like the bad guys in black pointy hats, and I certainly can’t just materialise in a cloud of glittering stars.
No, I mainly plod around on trains and buses.
Trying, and often failing, to get there on time.
Even when I make it my powers are limited.
I can give sage advice.
But who wants to listen to a grubby old dame who looks like she got dragged through the Trossachs behind a tractor?
I have only one gift.
So I usually end up taking a more proactive approach to the problem.
In fact, I am probably the main reason Glasgow has just about the highest rate of heart attacks in the western world.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Dear CE,
Now there’s a different take on a fairy godmother. You made me laugh and cringe all at once. Such a gift you have. Pardon me I have to go charge my magic wand now.
Hugs and ❤
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, m’lady, I hope that the laughter outweighed the cringe.
And best keep that wand handy, you might have need of some magic after January, when your new guy settles in.
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I really love what you do here, keep up good work
ps: new post in my blog
kisses back to you
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Thank you, Anita, your kind words are much appreciated.
ps: Ton premiere an est bien passé, je vois, tu as tres bien fait.
Et tes photos, comme toi, sont super belles.
Bisous
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Merci beaucoup pour cette appréciation positive, n’hésites pas de poster ton commentaire directement sur le post de célébration
bisous et bonne journée
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Hahahaha I can just picture her on the late train, wand in hand looking like she’s just on the way home from a fancy dress party, quietly reheating someone’s tea that’s gone cold because they fell asleep. I like this Fairy Godmother
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She tries her feeble best, poor dear.
I am sure she appreciates your sympathy and support.
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I Love what you do:
Lead me nice and easy, having fun and all that, to a wince, a cringe and a gasp or all three.
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Someone has to reduce the pressure on the Health Service, Em.
You know it is rarely all sweetness and light here.
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I know.
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Unique take a funny CE. The real story of the fairy God mother. Oh well, I guess she does help certain people move on to a better place, and that could be a good thing. Being a little late, well you can’t blame her, buses being how they are. Besides the modern woman helps herself right?
Entertaining CE. Hope you are well 🙂 Hugs!
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Thank you, Amanda, happy to have entertained you.
Sadly I am no expert on the modern woman.
I am okay, thank you for caring.
Hugs to you
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That’s great! To think I thought being a fairy godmother would be an easy gig.
Note to self: pay more attention next time I’m on the bus.
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`Just goes to show, doesn’t it?
But I don’t want to say too much in case I get turned into a handsome frog!
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Love the second line especially. Nicely done.
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Thank you, sir, it is always good to know that an idea works.
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Public transport in Scotland is a bit of a disaster, very true! If only this was the reason for the poor health in Glasgow, not the excessive smoking, drinking, poverty, drug use and lack of exercise. I do like the image of a fed up fairy godmother. Excellent.
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I had the misfortune of depending on public transport from Glasgow south side to Dumbarton early one morning.
I suppose it could have been worse.
I suppose.
Glad you liked the story, even if it is a bit close to reality!
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Crabby old broad… yet another who doesn’t like her job!!
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She isn’t crabby, just realistic.
And it is hard to be fulfilled by a task if you don’t have the tools for it.
Maybe I will relocate her to a little corner of Canada…
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True that.
Mmm hmm… some place nice and welcoming 😉
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HAHAHA Absolutely brilliant. That made me laugh out loud. You never fail to deliver.
Good to have you back 🙂
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Cheers, Al, you are a great audience!
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Love the dark humour. It’s probably wise not to give her a call!
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Thanks, Steve.
Yes, her solution is somewhat terminal.
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Haha! Lovely bit of humour there, C. What a grand old Dame she sounds, roaming round Scotland on the buses, dispensing nothing much useful, trying her best but coming up short. Bless her. Loved it and loved her voice. Great stuff.
You back home now, or still over here?
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Thank you, Lynn, glad you enjoyed.
And I am, thankfully, back in paradise, where the rain is milder!
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There’s a Goon Show quote that says what a beautiful summer’s evening it is ‘yes, the rain is lovely and warm’. That about sums up our weather sometimes. We’ve been practically wading down here in Bristol – but it has been nice and mild 🙂 Bonsoir from rainy Brizzle.
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