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 inlinkz froggy icon below and add it to the collection so we can all have a read.
The main object is to have fun.
So here we were again. Another museum in another town in another summer. How many more summer holidays would we suffer traipsing from one old house or historical building or educational establishment that would ‘help us’ when we were older?
Dad knew it all. Mum suffered it all. My brother didn’t care. He only wanted the food in the café, restaurant or pub, if we were lucky and if we could get in as a family.
I cared but my opinion wasn’t listened to. I loved museums. I loved historical buildings. I could get lost in the history. I imagined all the stories that went with the people who lived in these places or used the artefacts, again, my opinion didn’t count.
At least this summer we had a bit more money. This year we upgraded the camping site to one with electricity and a shower block - perhaps one day we would upgrade to a hotel. That would be the day.
When I am working and have my own money I will work in such places. I will have all the time in the world to look at everything.
When I am a grown-up.
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