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.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEBBIE THE DOLL

Doll parts

Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted byBarbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories. The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/05/04/mondays-finish-the-story-may-4th-2015/

Genre: Children’s Fiction

Word Count: 3+15+150=168 Words

DEBBIE THE DOLL by P.S. Joshi

After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart. It was a good thing she snapped together like pop pearls.

The baby pulled Debbie apart about twice a week. It was always the same. Meg, three, would forget her on the floor. Gloria, ten months, would find her.

“Dolly,” Gloria would shout.

First, off would come Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop) then her legs (pop-pop). It was always the same. Gloria would then crawl away from the scene of the naughty act.

Meg would come back and start shouting, “Mom-e-e-e!”

Mommy would come and on would go Debbie’s head (pop), then her arms (pop-pop), then her legs (pop-pop).

Mommy would tell Meg, “Don’t leave Debbie on the floor.”

Meg, tears running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin, would say, “Yes, Mommy.”

One day Mommy left a lovely set of wooden beads on a side table. Gloria found them.

“Ooh,” she said. She pulled extra hard.

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