THE MEMORY BUS

 

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:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/sunday-photo-fiction-march-27th-2016/

Genre: Romance Fiction

Word Count: 3+200=203 Words

THE MEMORY BUS by P.S. Joshi

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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SURVIVAL

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This is my contribution this week to the challenge, Monday’s Finish the Story ¬†hosted by Barbara Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence to be used 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 to read the other stories.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/mondays-finish-the-story-january-26th-2015/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 8+1+150=159

SURVIVAL By P.S. Joshi

She was unaware that she was being watched.

She was a stunning gray and her mate was the dominant male. She carried his pups, among them, the future leader of their pack. Today, though, she was one of the hunters like all the rest.

They had gathered outside the cave at the start of the hunt, lifted their muzzles to the winter sky, and howled into the cold wind. Their breath came forth in clouds, chilled wind carrying it away.

“Look, Bill, said Walt Emery, isn’t she majestic. I’ve been studying this pack since last November and keeping a journal.

“That male in the lead is her mate. The others will follow and all go after the moose up ahead. They chose that moose because he’s old and slower than the rest.”

The pack now closed in. They had caught the strong, gamey scent of moose and tracked him. He knew they followed, but was tiring, slowing.

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