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 intriguing photo is once again provided by the man himself, and hints of days long gone, a time of innocence.
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Click here to hear this short tale read by the author:
House for Sale
Selling a house is a hassle.
Selling a family home is much more so.
I tell Bonnie I will drop the kids off at their grandparents before heading to the estate agency.
She is getting organised, preparing everything for viewing.
But the sun is shining for the first time in weeks, so on impulse I swing back round and take some fresh external photographs.
Everything looks better in sunshine.
I drop in on my friend Al, drink some coffee, bring him up-to-date with our plans.
He indicates his laptop.
Let’s have a look at your pics, he suggests, see if the sun can make your old shack look good enough to buy.
We laugh, download my shots, start stepping through them.
I am studying the fresh paintwork, the roof tiles, the things I have been working on, when Al points.
Who’s the guy at the upstairs window, he asks.
I peer at the screen.
Judging by the size of that back and the bad shirt, I answer, I’d say it’s Kris, our neighbour. He’s a good guy, probably helping her move stuff.
What’s that round his neck, Al asks, zooming in.
I stare in disbelief at Bonnie’s arms.