Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is one of my own.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
I see pictures.
Inside my head, vivid and alive.
They can be memories, dreams, wishes.
I am with my grandson, in the park, hunting dragons.
I watch myself dancing with someone who once loved me.
I’m back in my homeland, on the braes of Bonnie Doon.
Flakes of happiness.
But recently the pictures are different.
They are still real.
But they are more mundane.
And, somehow, deep down, I know they are showing me the future.
I see my apartment.
There is the breadboard, dishes in the drying rack, my bed, unmade.
But something’s missing.
I no longer see me.