Christmas Morning – 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).
This week Al. perhaps predictably, challenges us with an intriguing photo with a seasonal flavour.
Even this old cynic is moved to follow the theme.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Click here to hear me read this 90-second story:
Christmas Morning


It is Christmas morning.
I have just spent an hour strolling on the beaches, standing at the end of the rocky jetties, breathing the essence of the Mediterranean.
Now I am sitting outside the little café in the square, enjoying the air.
The weather is mild, even for this corner of paradise.
I am wearing a jacket, unfastened, and a scarf, hanging loose.
I breakfast on orange juice and croissants.
I am at peace with the world, and with my soul.
Life’s problems seem minor, unimportant.
I have an ongoing concern with my hand, which makes many simple tasks difficult.
And which makes writing a physical hardship.
There are loved ones back in Scotland, and elsewhere, who I miss, not only today, but every day.
Regardless, I am happy with my situation.
I watch the sun emerge from behind the light cloud cover.
It illuminates la gare, Medville’s long-closed railway station, my favourite building in the small town.
I come to a decision, and smile.
I think the time has come to give myself an overdue treat.
It is far too long since I killed someone.

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.
This entry was posted in Sound Bite Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

11 Responses to Christmas Morning – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. What a lovely present for someone. Perfect way to spend Christmas.

    Like

  2. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a murder 😉

    Like

  3. The perfect Christmas morning; the perfect murder — how can you have one without the other?

    Like

  4. Dahlia says:

    The perfect gift for this holiday season 🙂

    Like

  5. Dear C.E.

    I’ve noticed you’ve been in an uncommonly jovial and gentle mood. What’s the holiday without a wee murder? Holiday hugs.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    Like

  6. Ah, Christmas. Cookies, family, murder.

    Like

Leave your Sound Bite here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s