Monday, 28 November 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. Please try to keep it as close to the 200 words as possible. 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.
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The day is drawing to a close
The last of the sunlight softly flows
Through the clouds gently fading
Daylight hours finally disappearing

She’s spent another long day alone
Nobody to talk to, she will not moan
she waits wistfully at the window
Wondering if he will be a no-show

She is ready and willing for his caress
Dressed in her lacy, gossamer thin dress
A draught plucks at her alluring beauty
Drawing her heart strings tightly

She reads a text message just received
‘Five minutes, darling,’ her breast heaves
As she waits to see the glare of headlights
Through the one-way street like two penlights

Waiting with bated breath, pulses throbbing
Every fibre of her being is aching
She hears his key turn in the front door
Not long until he satisfies her amour

She knows it is wrong in her head
Sometimes her mind fills with dread
Then he weaves his tale of lies
So she smiles with dry eyes

She can’t stop it
She can’t end it
She knows it is wrong
But she still waits all day long

She will always cherish their love affair
Hoping tonight they conceive an heir.

Word count: 195


  1. Very interesting! So lonely all day long waiting for that brief time with him. Makes you wonder if it is all worth it?


  2. Very different take on the prompt, Sally, well done.

  3. That took a change of direction. From what you expect to be a wife or lover, turns out to be a mistress. Good story, and it flows really well.

  4. Is the wait worth it? Her anguish beautifully captured.

  5. Great building of anticipation and the last two lines turn it on its head. Well done.