Tag: <span>photo prompt</span>
I didn’t like our neighbor, he frightened me.
“Get to know him,” my Grandmother had advised me and that’s why I was standing here and watched this cruel man holding a tiny bird.
“This was my first accident,” Marlise said with laughter in her voice.
Grandma didn’t find it funny at all.
It’s Wednesday, time for another post,
more fiction, a short story,
based on a photography.
All day long she sat in her small tower and watched the horizon. She had the harbor log, knew the names and the origins of the ships that arrived that day.
Everywhere we look there are fences, telling us to stay away or at least so I thought until I met a little boy, who wasn’t allowed to come out. He was fenced in; his parents didn’t want him to play with us.
I want to run, run in the sun and jump up high and land on a cloud.
Every snowflake is unique, just like the memories they bring.
Faces of kids are dancing around me, I can hear the laughter, I can feel the joy.
She had displayed his clothes for 25 years, and now there was nothing left but her head.
Photography Ted Strutz
“They say there was a guy who could walk on water,” Bob said, and he frantically started to check his overall for his glasses.
“You think it’s his chair?” Pete asked in absolute disbelief.