Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge now presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week, once again, she has selected a photo of mine, taken here in sunny Medville.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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I lie awake all night, listening to the bell tolling the hours towards my doom.
Sunday morning, the end of everything.
I think back, wonder how I could have been so stupid.
How did I get myself into this ridiculous situation?
What on earth was I thinking when I proposed this?
Well, it is too late to back out now.
I have to go through with it, regardless of the cost.
Think of the disgrace, the humiliation, the mockery of friends and family, if I do not.
I rise early, shave carefully.
I shower thoroughly, and dress meticulously.
I have to look my best for the big event.
I drink two cups of coffee, but cannot eat.
I am far too nervous.
My best friend arrives to escort me to the rendezvous.
He too looks nervous, but forces some jollity.
Relax, he says, patting his pockets, I have everything you need right here!
We get out of the carriage at the old churchyard, and walk slowly round the side of the building.
And there I see the person who has been on my mind all night.
And his second, with pistols primed.