Monday, 5 December 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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Careful editing is the key to keeping the story within the constrains of the limit. 200 words may seem like a lot, but it disappears quickly. The challenge makes you look at replacing two words with one, and a little jiggery pokery. A few words over is sometimes necessary when there is no way of shrinking it without losing an integral part of the story. Using a program like Microsoft Word or Open Office have a word counter so you can see how many you have used.
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Patsy pushed her cat, Holly, off the end of the bed.  She quickly donned her dressing gown and slipped her feet into her fluffy slippers.  She made her way to the window, drew open the curtains she peeked out at the wintery landscape.

What a difference from this time last year. Two weeks in the warmer climate of the Maldives on their honeymoon.  That was a wonderful time, well for the first few days anyway and then everything changed.

Day three in to their honeymoon she couldn’t do anything right in Tom’s eyes.  The first evening they’d had great fun at the casino, gambling away, winning big that first night, on a high they retired to their room, the euphoria of winning giving them both such a rush that neither had experienced before.

Patsy wanted to stop while they were on a lucky streak but Tom knew better.  By the end of the fortnight they managed to scrape together enough to pay the hotel bill. They’d flown home in silence, the love gone and now here she was on her own in this cold, rented flat.  

Christmas is coming – the goose is getting fat.  

Bah humbug.   

Anger was better than tears.

Word count: 200


  1. That's the problem with gambling. You win first and then you start losing, and that's when it all goes wrong.

  2. I guess there wasn't enough love to begin with if it couldn't weather the first setback.

  3. I love it! It's sad, but I guess it was better for her to find out right away what kind of guy he was than to waste several years of her life on him!