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, again by the man himself, has only two elements, a phone and a carpet. I decided to be less obvious, and write about the carpet.
Pass the hoover, Al.
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My eyes are fixed on the small boat.
It is anchored in a secluded cove, lying in the shadow of the ancient citadel, just a couple of kilometres west of St Tropez.
The sun is shining on the Mediterranean Sea, and on my hopes.
I study the boat for some time, struggling to suppress the smile playing around my lips.
I need definite confirmation.
There is no one on deck, and I cannot tell who is inside, but I am optimistic.
But never over-confident.
I see movement.
And there he is.
My grin is wide now.
I lay down the binoculars, reach for my phone.
One quick call.
One hundred thousand dollars.
Then I feel a distinctive pressure in the small of my back.