Seattle – Sunday Photo Fiction

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 photo, by an anonymous contributor, takes me back several years to this highly fictionalised account of my last visit to Seattle, a great city.
The idea here is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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© Sunday Photo Fiction


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Seattle

She strides away from the Greyhound Station.
Her eyes are turned up to the high elegant buildings, but her mind is turned inwards.
Her long legs take her swiftly down Stewart Street, towards Pike Place Market.
A voice interrupts her thoughts.
Any change, miss?
She looks at the homeless man sitting on the
sidewalk, and bursts into tears.
*
The weekend is fun, her partner interesting, even attractive.
But she has no
intention of making it any more than it is, a break from her hard-working routine.
He lives far away, and he is just not that special.
They stroll the waterfront along Alaskan Way, visit the Bill Gates-sponsored Sculpture Park.
The Space Needle is, of course, the focal point of the trip.
The views from the top are breathtaking,
especially west across the Puget Sound to the Olympic Mountains.
He, to her amusement, is more excited that it featured in an Elvis movie.
But, with the
hilarious Underground Tour and the fabulous Fish Market, it has been a success.
*
When he leaves for the bus which heads south through Snoqualmie Pass, she feels no more than a slight pang.
Or so she thought.
So why the unexpected tears?

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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17 Responses to Seattle – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Susan says:

    Mysterious and thought-provoking.

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  2. I didn’t get why she felt intensely emotional about the homeless man’s question.
    Has she been seeking stability lately, but then gives up for the lack of trust or confidence? Which implies “no change” with her.
    People pass by the homeless man. People pass by the woman. And no one heeds! So both are in the same boat.
    Forgive me fo being this clueless 🙂

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  3. Do you think the homeless man was actually the same guy whom she had just said goodbye to? Hmmmmm….

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  4. Abhijit Ray says:

    I am also wondering. Does she has feelings she has not yet discovered? Or like the homeless man she also lacks a cover over her head in the form of a boy friend / husband?

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  5. It’s easy not to appreciate something until it’s gone. I had this casual affair once….ah well!

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  6. Violet Lentz says:

    Maybe she realized how alone she really is? Very nice write.

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  7. Iain Kelly says:

    A holiday romance that could have been so much more. Probably best this way, in your hands it would only have ended in one of them killing the other after a few years…

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