London double-decker bus--03-march-27th-2016

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction РMarch 27th, 2016. 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 and inspired by the prompt.

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

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

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words


Sean Wilson sat comfortably on the top level of one of the last Routemaster buses in London. They only traveled on a couple heritage routes now. It was one of his “remembering” days.

The face of the woman sitting opposite him in the aisle seat had faded away and he now saw his dear Annie. It was on a similar bus they’d first met.

In a voice like silver, she’d said, pulling off her gloves, “I just moved here from Aberdeen.”

Until then, he hadn’t noticed she was wearing gloves. He’d heard of love at sight but hadn’t believed it. She was magic and her golden hair glowed. He couldn’t think of a thing to say.

He must have looked stunned because she laughed. My name’s Annie Macintosh, what’s yours?”

His name, what was his name? “Sean Wilson,” he blurted out. Now she’d think he was stupid.

But she laughed again. “Do you always take this bus, Sean?” Another passenger walked between them.

His brain froze. Did he? Finally, “Yes, yes,” he almost shouted.

“Say, mate, this seat taken?” a deep voice asked.

With a mild shock, Sean came back to the present and his fellow passenger. “No,” he said.




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This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction for January 11, 2015. Every Sunday a new picture prompt is given. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than 200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box to read all the other stories.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

Genre:  Speculative Fiction

Word Count:  200 Words


The 3-masted schooner was moored at the Whitby port. It was delivering cargo from the Balkans, one item of which some Londoners would never forget. Others, if they heard rumors, wouldn’t believe them. It was too horrible to believe, to far beyond comprehension.

Below decks, with other goods of a more common variety, was an ancient coffin with a single bodyguard. a strange, nervous little man. The Count had been busy. All but he and Renfield had been bled dry. It was now dark and time to leave.

Count Dracula would be exploring a new homeland, following a pull he felt after seeing the photo of a woman. It was not just any woman, but the one who had been the fiance of Renfield, the possessed man who was now his guard.

A former real estate agent, Renfield had bought an old estate where Count Dracula would make his new home. Now, at his master’s bidding, he hired delivery men.

Within hours of the ship’s arrival, the coffin had been brought to the manor house basement. For a second time, the Count had a hearty meal. The men delivering the coffin were never seen alive again; dead, but not alive

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