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 the picture (below).
Al’s photo this week is provided by the delightful Jules Paige, a wonderful lady and beloved friend of this scribbler.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read this 90-second story:
I love it up in the Trossachs.
The National Park here contains twenty-two lochs, including world-famous Loch Lomond, the 40-mile long sea loch, Loch Fyne, and Scotland’s only lake, the Lake of Menteith.
I like to fish in one of the smaller, lesser-known lochs.
I won’t tell you the name, it is off the beaten track and I enjoy the tranquility.
Back when I was married my wife would nag me for spending my weekends alone in the wilderness.
I guess it is one of the reasons we are no longer together.
But I was happy sitting all day with just the midges for company.
The scenery is idyllic, the grass and trees vibrantly green, the great heather-clad bens reflected in the calm surface of the water, birds in abundance.
And I would sometimes catch a nice brown trout or pike perch.
She would be happy to cook and eat that, as long as I gutted it first.
Funny enough, I don’t eat what I catch now, since she left.
Well, I say ‘left’, probably a better word would be ‘disappeared’.
I am fussy about what I eat.