THE SORROW OF LOSS

 

Photo Copyright: Eric Wicklund

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 28, 2018. Each week the host, Al Forbes provides a picture prompt taken by himself or sent in by one of the other 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 counting the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was sent in by Eric Wicklund. Thanks, Eric.

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/2018/01/28/sunday-photo-fiction-january-28th-2018/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE SORROW OF LOSS by P.S. Joshi

I hadn’t seen Romar Lineberger since the Wall Street crash of October 29, 1929. There he was sitting in the Metropolitan Museum on this fine June afternoon.

The object of his concentration was a lusty statue of the god Cupid carrying in his arms his bride Psyche. The models, it seemed had no qualms about posing in the nude. Cupid or his model seemed to have had a terrible accident as his legs ended just above the knee. What there was of him was sufficient, however, to incite jealousy in the common male.

I stopped and greeted Romar as politeness required. “Hello, old friend. How’s it going?”

He turned to answer, tear trails down his cheeks.

“Oh, hello Rudy. I’m feeling exceedingly sad.”

“Why, old man?”

“My girlfriend left me.”

“What happened to your wife?”

“Oh, she left when the market crashed. She said she refused to support us on her inheritance, especially since she knew I was cheating on her.”

“That’s tough old pal. Why did your girlfriend leave?”

“Well,” he said, a tear running down his cheek, ” she said I was now poor, old, and she wouldn’t support me on her earnings as a dancer.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A HAUNTING LIFE

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 24, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. 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.

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/2017/01/22/sunday-photo-fiction-january-22nd-2017/

Genre: Speculative Humor

Word Count: 200 Words

A HAUNTING LIFE by P.S. Joshi

Bradford Hillcamp III had gone to stay at the Quayside Hotel, Room #205, in 1899. He was in the city on important business. He never left.

Shortly, he lost something people find vital, his mortal body. Relations came and gathered it up, burying it in the village he came from, Hillcamp, Massachusetts. His family had founded it.

Brad often thought I wish I could have gone to the funeral.

Over the years the Quayside became famous for his ghost and he felt obligated to keep up his nightly wanderings. He was a celebrity but rather lonely.

Then in 1920, he fell in love. Muriel Babbit was hired as a maid. He watched her as she cleaned the rooms and Cupid struck.

In 1921, a jealous waiter she’d been dating strangled Muriel and Brad came to the aid of her confused spirit. He got down on one ghostly knee and proposed, “Let’s haunt together.” Muriel accepted with relief.

After that, they haunted upstairs and downstairs. Now the Quayside was famous for two ghosts. Business picked up and a couple more ghosts joined their merry band. Mr. Crumple died of old age and Mrs. Ripple of a heart attack. The Quayside flourished.

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