The Last Mile – 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 is once again provided by the delightful Joy Pixley, whose contributions are almost as charming as the lady herself.
The general 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.

© Joy Pixley


Click here to hear the author read the tale:

The Last Mile

The longest mile is the last mile home.
That’s an old saying, or maybe a proverb.
I never really understood what it meant before.
But, now I am at the head of the valley, looking down at the old place, I think I get it.
I’ve been gone a long time.
Y’see, I got offered this job.
I didn’t want to take it, to be honest.
But I guess it was what they call an offer I couldn’t refuse.
All sorts of pressure was put on me.
And we needed the money, desperately.
So I said I’d do it, although it wasn’t really my sort of work.
I am not a violent man, generally speaking.
I knew there was a good chance that things would end up rough.
And they did.
But I did what I had to do, and got paid.
And patched up a bit.
Then I headed home.
I managed to hitch a ride this far.
But this last hike down the hill is going to be difficult.
I’m not sure what kind of reception I’ll get.
The buildings look dilapidated, so the money will certainly be welcome.
But what good am I with no legs?

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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14 Responses to The Last Mile – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. I think he should just roll with it.

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  2. Abhijit Ray says:

    You left the sting for the last line. Without leg how are you going to go down hill?

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  3. Danny James says:

    The story that quite a few can relate.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    To many face this fate, I saw Afghanistan and Mines

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  5. My second reading of your piece was so different from the first after learning what I did from your concluding words. Mice one CE

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  6. Iain Kelly says:

    That last line reveal was brilliant. I picture a war veteran returning.

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  7. Violet Lentz says:

    Yes that particular hike will be especially difficult given the circumstances. Exceptional.

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