Dummy Run

Tailor's dummy

Copyright: Sean Fallon

 

Dating a conceptual artist could be confusing. She never used phones – too boring and conventional. But this was extreme even for Juliet. What was the meaning of the cryptic message on my doorstep?

Was she asking me to make up, or break up with her? Had our relationship fallen to pieces?

It was then I noticed the taxi parked outside. Juliet came running towards me, carrying two white arms and a bulging canvas bag.

She had decided to move in with me! I was beside myself with joy.

If I had known she was coming, I would have tidied up.

 

This is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge, using the photo prompt, and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  

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Take Two

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Amanda was one click away from making a huge mistake. She knew it, but it was so tempting. She loved the Photo Challenges, but never got the recognition she wanted. For the “Nature” theme she hatched a scheme to get loads more ‘Likes’.

She selected a photo of Giant Redwoods. But it wasn’t her shot – she’d taken it from Google Images.

Just as she was about to post, the dogs pestered her for a walk. She gave in, and took them out onto the park. Amanda took a picture with her phone and posted that instead. Her most successful yet!

 

Thanks to my wife Amanda who has let me use her photo and her name in the story. I’d like to point out that the story is pure fiction – she wouldn’t dream of passing anyone else’s photos off as her own, and she gets plenty of recognition!

This is my contribution for 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups #11, hosted at Julia’s Place.

This week’s prompt was  …Decisions, decisions, decisions..

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100 Word Challenge

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iPhoneography Challenge: Black-and-White. Tube Strike?

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I took these images with an iPhone 4, while on a station platform on the London Underground (known as “The Tube”). I used iPhoto to give them a Black-and-White effect. I liked the look of the grainy images, so didn’t try and clean them up.

As I enjoy writing short fiction, the photos inspired me to write a 250 word story, which follows. 

 

It was around Midnight when I first realised he was following me. A stranger, who looked slightly familiar. After taking in a West End Show and a meal with friends, we headed our separate ways. I decided to take the Underground. It was only a short walk to the nearest Tube Station, Leicester Square but I kept a brisk pace, not knowing what time the trains stopped.

I travelled down the 177 feet of escalators to the Piccadilly Line. This late at night, the station was surprisingly busy. The atmosphere seemed friendly and it was only when I got onto the Eastbound Platform that I began to feel uncomfortable. That prickly feeling of being watched.

The lights of the approaching train caused a few people to push up close behind me. I felt a hand grab my jacket. I broke free and stepped forward desperately hoping that the doors of the slowing train would open.

That’s when I saw him, or rather his reflection. A grinning man standing a few feet away, waving a wallet. Even before I felt my pocket, I knew it was mine. I was caught up in the throng leaving the train, as the doors slid open and was carried away from him. I saw him laughing, before he disappeared from sight.

Then he was standing next to me. I tensed, ready to grab him.

“I hope this is your wallet, sir! I’ve followed you from the restaurant in Chinatown. It was left on your table…”

 

This is my contribution for the iPhoneography Challenge: Black-and-White, hosted by Lens and Pens by Sally. Click the link for more details. 

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iPhoneography

Pomp Idol

Crown Jewels

Copyright Al Forbes 2013

 

Gerry, a Tower of London Beefeater, viewed her out of the corner of his eye. She looked strangely different from last time, but it was definitely her. That’s the third time this week. Maybe she was bored…

“Hi there young man! How y’all doing? I’m loving those Family Crown Jewels!” The accent was a wobbly Texan drawl. She tottered along in high heels and fur coat.

“You know I truly love everything about your British Royal Family. They would still be ours too, if it wasn’t for that little unpleasantness back in the Seventeen somethings. Poor old George. It was simply awful what those Yankees did!”

Gerry smiled as best he could.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well, Gerald, it must be real tough on Her Royalness, being in the spotlight an’ all. You’d think she would want to have a few minutes peace when no one would recognise her. Maybe go out in disguise?“

Gerry turned away briefly before rolling his eyes.

“Damn! You know it’s me Gerald, you’ve known all along! Was it the entourage or the dogs that gave it away?” The accent gradually returned to it’s native Queen’s English.

“Fooled me again, Your Majesty.”

“Ha! Wonderful! See you tomorrow.”

This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction, Hosted by Al Forbes. Click here for more details.

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Alley Inclusive

alley Photo: copyright – Kent Bonham

 

The young couple sauntered out of the Hotel Splendide and found themselves in a narrow alley.

“Lee, let’s head up these steps, and see where they go!”

His smartphone compass was spinning wildly through lack of a signal.

“Forget it, Bianca, we’re out of Wi-fi range!”

“I could take some photos while we’re here and capture a bit of the local flavour?”

“Hurry up. It’s boring! Speaking of local flavour, I fancy a kebab. Take a few pictures for Facebook, then let’s go.”

They scuttled back into the hotel lobby, where their All-inclusive package was waiting for them.

 

This is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, based on the photo prompt, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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