Thursday, 25 February 2016


Fiction from Photos
The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.
Once you have written and posted your story, please add the link to the little froggy below so that it is added to the collection and we can all have a read.

The main object is to have fun.


Grace was running late, so very late, one thing after another, smudging her nail varnish, a run in her tights, her hair wouldn't go right but now she was in the car and on her way, she could make some time up on the motorway, as if she’d ever go over the speed limit, well only a bit, perhaps, sometimes.

The traffic started to slow down, a black Porsche sports car sped past her in the outside lane, the brake lights came on as he returned to the middle lane and a more sedate speed.

Ah, there was the problem, a police car hiding in-between two lorries just waiting for silly sports cars to go over the speed limit.

Taking her exit, she followed the directions, take the right hand lane, follow the road, turn right and then right again, park opposite Grace Chapel.

Grace checked her lipstick, took a deep breath trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.  She entered the pub opposite the Chapel, chuckling to herself of the irony of it, as she prepared to meet her blind date.

A man climbed out of the black Porsche and followed her in to the pub.

Word count: 200


  1. Seems both were running late that day :) Cute story :)


  2. I quite enjoyed this, but was confused by a couple of things.
    Irony of pub opposite the Chapel?
    And does she automatically dislike someone who drives a 'silly sports car'?
    But good potential, I thought.

  3. Heh. I can't see that one going down too well. I liked it.