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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section. Please read:
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.
Once you have written and posted your story, please add the link
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THE DIFFERENCE
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
That's the problem with gambling. You win first and then you start losing, and that's when it all goes wrong.
ReplyDeleteI guess there wasn't enough love to begin with if it couldn't weather the first setback.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
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