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).
This week’s photo is provided by Al himself, and looks to me like an interestingly different view of the celebrated White Cliffs of Dover.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read this 80-second story:
The holiday is perfect.
Our time together has been full of fun, full of laughter, full of adventure.
We have swum, dived, hiked and climbed.
Now, on the penultimate day, we have a tiff.
Not even an argument.
Just one of those silly moments, a word misunderstood, a reply too harsh, an offence taken.
She marches off, hair flying.
I sit scowling.
She is out of sight through the trees.
I immediately regret every stupid response.
I follow her, take a few minutes to spot her.
She is standing in long grass, staring out over the water.
I go to her, an apology on my lips.
As I touch her shoulder, I see the wires of her iPod.
She has not heard my approach, jumps, startled.
She stumbles, misses her footing, and I see the cliff edge at her feet.
I grab vainly for her despairing hands as she slips towards the rocks far below.