The Shining City

The Shining City

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo is courtesy of SPF contributor, Fandango. If you are interested in contributing your own story, or to see what others have written, please visit  Sunday Photo Fiction

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Photo Credit: Fandango

Across the water, Elena longed for the Great Shining City that had once been home.

Long ago, her family escaped the horrors of their own country, crossing the border in the dark, arriving in desperation as broken refugees.

The Great Shining City welcomes all who come with courage and ambition, they were told. Elena had plenty of both. She worked hard and contributed to the prosperity of city. She kept the peace and relished a freedom she never knew existed.

She was a Citizen in all ways, but name only.

Gradually, things changed. As rain eats away at a mountain, fear and distrust eroded the majesty of the Great Shining City. Elena could see it in the Citizen’s eyes. Silent whispers turned into loud cries. Elena took to the shadows, hiding in fear. One day, she let down her guard.

Elena witnessed a horrible crime.

A good citizen would report it, she thought.

Across the water, Elena longed for the Great Shining City that had once been home. Once again, she lives in the shadow of fear, waiting for her own people to come for her, wondering, what they would have done had they been in her shoes?

 

Farewell Mick Patterson

Farewell Mick Patterson

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. This week’s photo is courtesy of SPF contributor, CE Ayr. For more stories based on this photo, please visit HERE

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Photo Credit: CE Ayr

The idea to kill Mick Patterson came one dreary day while Kate gazed down into the alley below her hotel window. The thought frightened her. An extreme measure to be sure; but Mick no longer had a place in the world Kate was creating, and he needed to go.

Kate knew there would be consequences. Mick was well liked. His death would come as a shock and she knew she would be blamed.

The small room where she and Mick met daily suddenly felt closed and suffocating. She would need to find some place new where his presence did not linger. As if running away could take away his memory.

Determined, Kate carefully picked up the stack of papers on her desk, chapters of a novel where Mick was the predominate character. It would take weeks of rewriting to make the story work again.

In the alley, Kate opened the trash container and watched the papers float to the bottom, settling in among rotting vegetables and dirty diapers. An appropriate end for a horrible character.

Kate heard the trash truck rounding the corner.

Farewell Mick, she whispered as she walked away.

 

 

Willie and Gene

Willie and Gene

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Russell Gayer  for this week’s photo prompt.

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Photo Credit: Russell Gayer

Give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above. Don’t fence me in….

Music blared through the open window of the ’65 Ford, accompanied by the scratchy voice of Wildcat Willie. The old crooner nearly made it big, once upon a time. The next Gene Autry, the called him. Then fate turned on Willie, ending his career faster than a minnow could swim a dipper.

Willie faded into the sunset, with the help of his 357.

But as the story goes, the old ’65 still glides along the Texas highway as Willie and Gene  sing without mercy.

 

Don’t Fence Me In was released in 1934 by Gene Autry. Lyrics by Robert Fletcher and music by Cole Porter. A reference to Wildcat Willie is made by Roy Rogers, who sang the song in the 1944 movie Hollywood Canteen. My Wildcat is purely fictional.