This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya, owner of the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!
Bridget loved taking care of the Black-Eyed Susans that grew by gate near the assisted living center where her grandmother had lived towards the end of her life. Oddly enough her grandmother’s name was Susan. It had been Bridget’s grandfather who had gotten the flowers for her grandmother, shortly before he had passed away. When Bridget’s grandmother had to move into the assisted living center, Bridget had gotten permission to move the Black-Eyed Susans to a bare spot along the fence that surrounded the center. Every day, Bridget would come to look at the Black-Eyed Susans and to care for them.
Look at that strange building out there, the one that looks like an indian teepee. Isn’t that the strangest thing you’ve ever seen. Sasha held up the disposable camera she had picked up along the way, angling it this way and that trying to get the perfect picture. Finally she dropped her arms down with frustration. I wish we could go get a closer look, I want to get a good picture.
Miraj glanced in the direction that her sister, Sasha, was pointing. She saw the strange shaped building amidst the many modern looking buildings that cluttered the skyline. Miraj gave a non-challant shrug of her shoulders. She had only come to this big city because Sasha had begged and pleaded with her to come with. Truth be told she would much rather be back home in their small village. Unlike her sister Sasha who preferred the sights and sounds of the big city, Miraj preferred the quiet stillness of the village they grew up in. While Sasha talked of leaving the village one day, Miraj planned to stay and live the rest of her life in the small village.
Another Writing Challenge by Sunday Photo Fiction. The rules are to write a 200 word story based on the provided photo.
The photo for this week is shown below:
Margaret pounded her fist against the steering wheel in frustration. Despite repeated attempts to free her car, it remained stubbornly stuck in the snow. Even the cheap pair of tire chains she carried in the car had not been of any help. If anything, it seemed as if her car was digging itself deeper and deeper. She pulled her phone from her purse only to find that the battery on it was dead, and the charger for it was sitting on her kitchen counter at home.
Walking back to the building she had exited from earlier, Margaret hoped to find someone inside that could help her but the place was deserted. Everyone had long since gone home for the day. Heading back to her car, she wondered what she was going to do next. All the businesses appeared closed and the streets empty. Only a couple cars remained but there was no sign of where the drivers might be.
Margaret was just about to start walking, to see if she could find some place of business that might still be open, when she noticed a police car round the corner and drive down the street. Waving frantically, Margaret tried to desperately to get his attention. Finally, the officer pulled to the side and stopped.
Opening the gate, Sasha felt as if she had walked into a different time and place. Where withered vines, dead flowers, and silence had greeted her earlier; Now vines covered with fine gold and beautiful fragrant flowers stood before her. The sounds of birds chirping could be heard in the air.
Suddenly there was a flash of white, blinding, light. When Sasha could see again, she saw a man dressed entirely in white standing before her. Taking her hand the gentleman brought it to his lips, kissing it.
“My Queen,” he stated, “You have arrived.”
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Katie pulled over to the right as she heard sirens coming from somewhere behind her. She didn’t think much of it as she watched a fire rescue truck go past her. Even when they turned onto her street, Katie wasn’t really phased. It wasn’t until she saw them continue on towards where her house was,stopping in front of her home. Pulling in behind them, Katie slammed her car into park jumping out and running towards her house. Strong arms detained her, stopping her forward motion.
Nickie struggled to keep up with the teacher as he continued his lecture on the human anatomy.. This week he was talking about the different bones that were in the human body…in intricate detail. Nickie never knew there was so much to be learned about the bones in the human body. It seemed staggering, all there was to learn…. But if she hoped to get a degree in the field of medicine, as a bone doctor, she’d better get a handle on all those bones.
Monica held the hot latte in her hands, letting its warmth seep through them. To have such a treat was a rarity. To be drinking in such a fancy establishment was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Out of the blue the elderly woman had asked if she might buy her a cup of coffee. Never had Monica imagined that the lady meant to come here to buy her coffee. When the waitress came back with a hot cinnamon roll, she thought she might cry… Cinnamon rolls, how long haid it been since she had a cinnamon roll.