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.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE PROPOSAL

 

Table for two on terrace

Copyright — Melanie Greenwood

 

Here we are another week, this time gathered at our tables on the virtual veranda of a large hotel. We’ve come here with our gracious and talented hostess, author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to share our original stories. It’s the gathering for the weekly challenge of the Friday Fictioneers. This challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. The prompt this week was supplied by Melanie Greenwood. Thanks Melanie.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/10/29/31-october-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words

THE PROPOSAL By P.S. Joshi

Elderly Richard was on bended knee on the hotel veranda. The sun glistened off the huge diamond in the ring he held in his shaking hand.

“Brenda, my beautiful darling, be my wife. I dearly love you even though we’ve known each other only two weeks.”

Brenda summoned moisture to her large blue eyes. “Oh, Richard, what a surprise. Of course I’ll marry you, you darling man.”

Richard rose with difficulty. “Brenda, dearest, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth.”

Once home and alone, Brenda took out her jeweler’s magnifying glass and closely examined the diamond for flaws. Perfect.

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