Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week’s atmospheric photo by John Brand made me think of Edinburgh’s Old Town. As it is chucking it down here today, I am doubly homesick, because this is the first rain I have seen since I was in Scotland two months ago!
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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A young couple are sitting in my favourite spot.
The steps run down to the water from a disused Beach Security station.
They have been damaged over a period of time by the Mediterranean itself, and by the loose pebbles that are constantly washed against them.
I love that rumbling sound.
They are seated right of centre, with a set of crutches sprawled across the free space.
She is small, birdlike, he has his right foot in plaster.
With a crutch he ineffectually dislodges sea grass from the step below, which I find irritating.
They light cigarettes.
Instead of breathing deeply, tasting the sea air, they inhale smoke.
I stand to the side, waiting for them to leave.
They flick their stubs onto the beach, and she snuggles round his arm.
I move quickly and quietly, and, with a sharp twist, break her neck.
He seems unable to comprehend what has happened.
I slip my thin rope around his neck, the knot crushing his larynx as I apply pressure.
I move them round to the side of the building so as not to spoil the view.
But they have already ruined my evening.