Alone Again

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

What great campsite he ruminated.  There is something to be said about living in nature.   His fingers rummaged through the esky seeking another beer can. 

Except he wasn’t meant to be alone. 

The love of his life who he had met last week was to be with him. 

He even had a ring that he had planned to put in her breakfast bowl as a surprise. 

The trip was a surprise.  She thought they were going on a picnic. 

He should have never told her about the weekend plans at the service station. 

At least she left the beer behind. 

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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The Happy Place

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

There are only two of them left in the playground now.  The incessant showers during the day have left it slippery and bereft of visitors except for them.  Neither one of them is willing to walk away from their happy place.

“Look at me mommy I am balancing” his voice reverberates through the air.  She closes her eyes capturing his movement on every swing and slide here.

He finds her drenched standing at the edge of the empty park where their son used to play.  Her eyes moisten as she sees him.  Their hands interlace as they walk quietly away.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I have a feeling that many of the stories this week will reflect on that terrible massacre in the daycare centre in northeast Thailand.  What is our world coming to?

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The Departure Lounge

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

“Is this seat taken?” I ask.

The trick is to inject that note of shy hesitancy.  Makes you seem vulnerable and needy and there are always those kind pottering around airports.  

He briefly looks over his book and tells me to take it. 

As always he is drinking coffee in a cup.  For me those takeaway cups with lids are an occupational hazard.

They chose me for my ability to slip something unnoticed in a drink, a task done many times before for the Supreme Leader.

Never walk away afterwards.  And it helps to raise an alarm to avoid suspicion.

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 Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Wow! I can't believe I've not written anything for over a year now.  I suppose writing code does not count either.  Well one way to ease back into Friday Fictioneers is to start by having a body count.

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