sunday photo fiction

Flash Fiction: Museum Visit

It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.

It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.

I only have to think…


Word Count: 147

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones

Flash Fiction: Mug Of Beer

Sunday afternoon is my time to relax and down my mug of beer.

There it lies in the mug, the deep amber liquid with the perfect amount of froth at its head. I look forward to this time with my beer, when I can sit back and contemplate on where my life is heading. I work six days a week and I hate it when anything related to my work spills over into my Sunday. Speaking of which I hear cars approaching. God, this is such a pain. Now, where did I keep my MP-9?

That took quite some time. Nasty buggers. That will teach them to attack my house. Even my beer’s gone all flat.

They will pay dearly…


Word Count: 120

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 28, 2019

Photo Credit: Reena Saxena

Flash Fiction: A Ribbie Date

To be honest, I don’t really like any sport.

Yet, I accompanied my friends to the baseball weekend-game yesterday night. I did not understand much about what was going on, but I did find something to cheer about – the visiting team’s captain. He was cute and I liked how he moved on field. After bumping into Ray at the pub after the game, and few shots later, I had myself a date with him. Today, I hoped to impress him with the best ribs my town had to offer.

Sadly, it warranted a visit to the pharmacy, and I never heard from Ray again…


Word Count: 104

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – April 21, 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #102 – Impress

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 20/19

Microfiction: Splash

This is the fifth case this fortnight.

I cannot brush this aside as a simple coincidence. Five unrelated people have reported seeing a car going over the side of the bridge, and splashing into the water. They even reported seeing the same car, right down to the colour and the make. I need to know more about this. Even the Chief brushed it aside adamantly.

It’s time I stake out the bridge…


Word Count: 72

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction April 7 2019
Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Flash Fiction: Objective Fruits

The masked men had surrounded us.

Their leader stepped towards me, and removed his mask, revealing his repulsive face.

“You are protecting the plant of power. Simply surrender, we will take the fruits that will make us impervious to defeat, and be on our way.”

I smiled weakly, and wiped the blood off my face.

“You don’t know anything about the plant. It cannot survive anywhere else other than this formerly attractive garden, which you destroyed. And most importantly, we don’t protect the plant, it protects us.”

The masked men turned too late to see the plant sprouting thorns…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 24, 2019

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #21

Microfiction: Bicycles

I was right, again.

We should have got here earlier. Sure there are two bicycles remaining, but do we really want to ride around town on these yellow atrocities? Hey wait! Wow, those two ran away with the cycles we were going to take. Yeah yeah, I was cribbing about them.

But we were going to take them either way…


Word Count: 60

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 17, 2019

Flash Fiction: Bodyguard

I was hired by Mr. D to look over his son.

The little kid was always enthusiastic, and a tad bit too naughty. He would plod down the backyard road on his two tiny feet, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Sometimes, he would run out just to get me to follow him. I am glad I did not let up on my physical fitness, or else I would never have been able to keep up with the tyke.

I realized how much of the target the little kid was right in the first week. Two teams of kidnappers had made an attempt at taking the kid. My guns silenced their attempts. However, in the very next week, I learned that was not why I was hired, to keep the goons away. That time, I was a bit slow on the draw, and one of the kidnappers managed to grab the kid. Then all I saw was a bunch of razor sharp teeth, and blood splattering everywhere. After that day, I was clear about my work.

I was hired to keep the kidnappers away from the kid…


Word Count: 187

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction 10th March 2019

Photo Credit- Lakshmi Bhat

 

Microfiction: Station Master

The station master was devoted to his job.

Refused the lucrative offer of leaving his station.

Stood devoted, right until the train-hijacker shot him…


Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #95 – Devotion

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 3, 2019

 

This week’s photo is the courtesy of C.E. Ayr ! 🙂