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.
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The vulnerability showed in her eyes as he observed her from the opposite end of the table. He wondered what had gone on in her life before to give her so much pain.
Her husband patted her arm and then removed his hand which disappeared under the table. Nigel noticed her wincing slightly.
He wanted to put a cloak of armour around her. He wanted to protect her even though they had only just been introduced.
Nigel couldn’t stand the thought of the scared, thin looking young woman who blinked her blue eyes at him, being stuck in that situation. He asked her to join him on the dance floor. Her husband nodded his permission, Marissa stood up gracefully and stepped out from the table and on to the dance floor and in to his arms. From that moment on he wrapped her in a cloak of protection, transferring his strength to her.
Barry beckoned his wife back to the table, she complied immediately and sat primly beside him. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed tightly. Nigel saw his nails dig into her flesh and leave red marks.
This will end tonight.
Word count: 198