Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to C.E. Ayr for this weeks challenge. To see what other stories were inspired by this great photo, just go here.
This week is a continuation of my last story,Just Sports.I couldn’t leave Frank and Diane hanging in marital disarray and I hope you agree, things are getting interesting.
Diane was adamant.
“I want four hours, every Saturday morning. No questions asked.”
“What do you mean, no questions asked. What do you plan to do?”
“No questions. Not where I go, not whom I’m with. Those are my conditions.”
The couple sat at separate ends of the therapist’s couch. The World Cup had torn their marriage apart. Diane wanted a divorce, but Frank begged they try counseling first. His sports obsession was out of control and he was willing to do anything to keep his wife.
On Saturday morning, Diane left the house without a word. She drove to the park where she saw Barry’s car. It was early, and they were quite alone.
“Frankie is OK with this?” Barry asked. Frank was his best friend and he wanted to make sure he had his blessings first.”
“It’s complicated. The less he knows, the better.”
“I like you Diane, but I’m not sure you are worth losing a friend over.”
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to C.E. Ayr, long-time member of the Sunday Photo Fiction community for this weeks intriguing photo.
The old church stood in a part of town called The Paseo, home to every wanna-be painter this side the Red River. Inside, I was greeted by a woman of innumerable years and teeth yellowed from too much tobacco. We exchanged pleasantries as she led me to the first gallery. Every painting had a story. She was a wealth of knowledge, this one, but none of it interested me.
“Tell me your story,” I said.
“No story,” eyes darting from side to side. “Just an old woman with a gallery.”
That, I doubted.
I asked to see her work, so she led me to a small backroom. I’m no art critic, but I knew bad art when I saw it. A brilliant deception I might add.
“Where are the abstracts?”
No abstracts she professed.
I said I was no art critic, but I am an art detective and I was running out of patience. For years I had searched for the missing Picasso. Not a painting, but a forger; the best in the world. I knew in my gut she was standing two feet away.
“Let’s cut to the chase,” I said. “How much to forge Les Demoiselles d’Avignon?”
This week’s theme is ‘Facial Features’, either human or animal. I took a few liberties as you will see with the final photos. One thing this challenge showed me is that I don’t take many photos of people, and that is really too bad as people are what make photographs come alive. Worse than that, I rarely have my own photo taken. The one below is one of those rare moments (taken without my knowledge). We were in Cozumel, on a beach and I was having the time of my life as waves washed over my feet and legs.
Every year, my son composes his annual digital Christmas card that he sends to all his friends. Every year has a different sort of theme. This was his nerdy 70’s look.
Animals often tell us a lot with their facial expressions. This is a Capuchin monkey. I chose this one because of the eyes. To me, the look old and wise, but also innocent and trusting
I couldn’t not include my cat Mickey, who decided to leave home one day. This is my favorite photo of him. I love the expression in his eyes.
This is a stone angel that I photographed in a local cemetery with a prayerful look on her face.
Lastly, the Selena Memorial in Corpus Christi Texas
I hope you enjoyed my photos. Feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think. ~~~Susan
The theme for this Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge this week is Patterns.
Last August, I attended my first hot air balloon festival. I didn’t expect much since it was a small event but I have to admit, it was incredible. Especially after dusk when the inflated balloons were light up. Below is one of the balloons as it was being inflated.
Below is the entrance to a beautiful church in Galveston, Texas