The Bell – Sunday Photo Fiction

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.
Thanks, Susan!
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in
the picture (below).
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© C. E. Ayr


Click here to hear the author read the tale:

The Bell

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.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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19 Responses to The Bell – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Wow a surprise at the end. An interesting one though. He’s nervous, and has good reason too. Perhaps, his hands will shoot faster due to the adrenaline in his body. When Flight isn’t a possibility, so fight he must for him, and her. Hugs CE.

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  2. michael1148humphris says:

    I think a duel might be safer than getting married for this individual, great twist.

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  3. Ha ha ha. This one, he just might be able to get out of…

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  4. Get me to the church on time…bang!

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  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Ah, very good. I was waiting for the twist reveal, I like where it went.

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  6. Corine Gouy says:

    Un duel au soleil !

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  7. Susan says:

    For some, the end result is the same. Nicely done C.E., as always

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  8. James says:

    For a moment, I thought he was getting married, but this is more interesting. Oh, if anyone can give us the skinny behind the photo, it’s you.

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  9. Jules says:

    A mini thriller – well ‘tolled’…

    Thank you for the photo – I did a short poetic Septolet series –
    (It’s at a site where I approve comments – so please do…comment) ~Jules
    Tonally Worth It?

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  10. emmylgant says:

    Meticulously crafted.
    I thoroughly enjoyed the ride to the church. And the meanderings leading to it!
    Love the ‘Gotcha!’ .

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