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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOUND GUILTY

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 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, not counting 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/2016/11/27/sunday-photo-fiction-november-27th-2016/

Genre: Crime Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

FOUND GUILTY by P.S. Joshi

Jack stood at the window and gazed out at the city almost hidden by the dusk. Any moment now the police would arrive to arrest him.

He was guilty and knew it even if the dead man was the one who did the damage. He wrecked Jack’s marriage.

Margaret wasn’t to blame. She was lonely because he was gone so much. He thought his job was keeping them together not building  a wall between them.

When he’d walked in and found them together in bed he went wild. He’d grabbed the Glock from the dresser drawer, clicked off the safety, and started shooting. He was a practiced shot spending hours at the indoor firing range. It should have been a thief he’d shoot one day.

It a way, the dirty stinker was a thief.

Now he was waiting for the police to find him. He had plenty of time to think. He had nothing else–no wife, no job, no future, no hope. He was his own worst enemy.

What do you do to an enemy? He heard a knock at the door and pictured death or life imprisonment.

The maid holding clean towels heard a shot in the room.

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WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 16th, 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, 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/2016/sunday-photo-fiction-october-16th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST by P.S. Joshi

When Wanda went to Business College in 1960, she expected to get a job, then a boyfriend, then quit working after about a year and start a family. Many girls did that in those days.

When she interviewed for her first office job, they told her, “You’re too young and pretty. You’ll soon get married and quit work to start a family.”

She finally did find a job but stopped dating that boyfriend.

She dated several boys but none turned out to be the right one for marriage. In several years, she saved some money so quit work to go to college and learn teaching.

There was still no boy she wanted to marry. In four years, she started teaching. She still lived at home. Her father and she were close and he got used to having her living at home. However, she began to get restless. She felt life was leaving her behind as she was in her late twenties and still single. Her mother was fine with her getting her own place to live just so she was happy.

When she told her father, he almost cried.  He said, “People will think we had a fight.”

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This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

 

She was a tiny woman from the hills of Italy, now wed to an Italian man in America, an arranged marriage.

Her grown unmarried sons had jobs in a nearby shop. Each left an empty lunchbox in the kitchen after work. My mom was visiting the immaculate home and saw a couple of roaches. She guessed where the roaches had come from. The shop must have been full of them.

The latest addition to the family was still a baby. Mom spoke no italian. “The roaches–bite the baby.” she told the woman, making hand motions. The woman went wild.