Tuesday, 23 August 2016


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 by clicking the link and add it to the collection so we can all have a read.
The main object is to have fun.


He stopped under the golden glow of the street lamp

The evening was chilly with an undertone of damp

She let him pull her into his arms

Her skin was grateful for his warm

Body held tight against her own

He murmured and let out a groan

She responded and snuggled closer

A stroke of his finger

Against her cheeks gentle and loving

His hands caressed, his fingers moving

Gently kneading parts of her anatomy

Stopping short of any indecency

Moving apart slowly, misty breaths exhaled

Joining and melding together as they united

Linking fingers they moved along the dimly lit lane

He whispered her name, ‘my Jane’

She answered quietly, so quietly

He strained to hear her say, ‘my Andy’

Lustful thoughts were damped down

Quickly he wiped away his frown

They reached her gate

Although it wasn’t late

Her father was peering, uncertain

From behind the curtains

Standing on tip-toes her lips brushed against his

He wanted more, more than a goodnight kiss

He wanted her in his bed every night from now on

He would pluck up courage and pop the question

Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow

But soon before their love turned to sorrow

Word Count: 199