TOGETHER

 

Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–June 4th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt taken by him or sent in by one of the participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was sent in by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/06/04/sunday-photo-fiction-june-4th-2017/

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

TOGETHER by P.S. Joshi

Mable was excited. She hadn’t seen George for two years. He’d gone to Chicago to find work in the Spring of 1970. A letter came from him saying he’d be home today by bus and to meet him at the depot.

“What’s all this about?” her mother asked.

“George is coming home today and wants me to meet the bus.”

“Well, I hope he has more money now,” Mrs. Franklyn grumbled as she dusted, “and isn’t still allergic to marriage. Help me with this chore. Go upstairs and dust the brass bed and other furniture in my bedroom.”

Mable swore under her breath as she grabbed a cloth.

As she rubbed the metal of the antique bed she made a wish.

“This time I hope George and I will stay together forever.”

With little time to spare she raced out of the house and signaled a cab.

When she got to the station the bus was just pulling in. She paid the cab driver and darted up the walk.

George stood with a wide grin on his shaved face and arms thrown wide as she ran to embrace him.

That same day there was a new statue outside the building.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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15 thoughts on “TOGETHER

    • Thanks, John. Yes, you have to be careful especially when you’re shining up metal, particularly brass it seems. A Jinn, it seems, could be trapped in more than just a bottle. The end of the post on an old brass bed my family owned would come off. 🙂 — Suzanne

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      • The bed my family had was my grandfather’s as he lived with my parents a number of years. After he died my mother found money he’d hidden in his room. Those old people went through the depression and didn’t keep all their money in a bank. I don’t know if she found some in the post of his bed but she could have. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  1. Thanks, James. Yes, love sometimes causes problems. When making a wish, we have to watch that “forever” word, especially when there’s a Jinn around. I’m glad you liked the story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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