Sunday, 11 September 2016


AuthorBy Sunday Fiction

Posted in Photo Fiction

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.

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. Click on the links above. The main object is to have fun. 


War is here again.

Mary wept her heart out when she heard the news.  She was too old to go through this again.  She worried about her children, her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren.

Would they survive? 

Would any of them survive?

How did the talks break down? 

So many questions she had.  

If she could she would bang the leaders’ heads together.  She would give them a right old talking to.  This was the trouble these days – the leaders were all men.  Now if there were women in charge things would never have become this dire.  It would have been stopped before it started.

Mothers and wives know how to step in and diffuse situations before they erupt in to such violence.

Violence doesn’t solve anything. 

Nobody would listen to her now. 

The carers in the home thought she was a sweet old lady who wouldn’t say ‘boo’ to a goose, little did they know what she did or what she was capable of.  The subterfuge, the lies, the heart-stopping moments when she thought she might be caught.  On many occasions she had saved the day. 

She was still bound by the Official Secrets Act

Word count: 197


  1. A friend of my parents was once a spy. His degree was in geology, so he traveled to all kinds of foreign countries doing whatever geologists do. And spying. He wouldn't say boo to a goose either. It makes you wonder who else is a spy.

  2. I would love to know more of Mary's story.