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 also provides the photo prompt, a great shot of New York’s iconic Radio City Music Hall.
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.
© Susan Spaulding
Click here to hear the author read the tale over the sound of cicadas in the background:
The Party
I sit outside the little café on the port, thinking about tonight’s party.
I already have nineteen guests, who I know will definitely be there.
I have all the food and refreshments I need.
I watch the boy with the guitar.
A little live music is always fun.
I make sure he is alone, I don’t want to inflate the numbers too much.
I put money in his open case, buy him a cold drink.
He jumps at the chance of a free meal just to play for a while.
He is greatly impressed by my rather grand house with its extensive gardens.
After he eats I introduce the other guests as they appear.
The early subdued air lifts as he plays some tunes we can all dance to.
The evening is a huge success, everyone behaves well.
When they leave at the end of the night, he goes with them.
Well, it is far too late to let him go anywhere else.
And there is still space in my dungeons.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Oh my God! You scared me with that one. Really haunting!!
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Yes, CE. I think so! Both the thoughts from the story & the film 😫
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It makes me wonde4 what those dungeons are for, I have memories of a couple of horrifying films called Hostage that can still give me nightmares. Frankly, he’s a guy I don’t want to know what he has in mind.
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Best to avoid, Amanda!
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Ever the entertainer!
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Caught me by surprise with that ending, even though I was looking for something nefarious to happen. Good one! 😉
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‘something nefarious’, that made me laugh!
Thank you, Mandie
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Je n’accepterait jamais ton invitation !
J’aime bien le chant des cigales , mais je ne crois pas qu’au fond d’un cachot , on puisse les entendre !
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Tu n’es pas encore invitée, madam.
Non, les rats les mangent.
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He must have a large dungeon. Creepy tale C.E.
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Holds 20 – ‘I don’t want to inflate the numbers too much’
Creepy is good!
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Love the last line!
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Thank you, you just made my day!
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I’m glad! 🙂
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How often does he have these parties? And how often do they get to enjoy his hospitality?…
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Looking for an invite, Iain?
If you can sing, or recite Tam o’ Shanter, I’ll put in a word for you
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Always up for a night out with a bit of adventure involved!
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It was all going so well, then…
Click to read my SunPhoFic!
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… life happens…
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The end, the excruciating end, as always.
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Thanks, Neel, I try!
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