The Park – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant claim he’s a hero
He is probably on the careful side of wary
He tries to impress
But has to confess
He finds C. E. Ayr’s story quite scary

Sound Bite Fiction

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
We just have to be creative.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© Dee Lovering © Dee Lovering

The Park

I have to leave the house.
The kids are driving me crazy, and my husband is useless.
I leave my car by the long-closed tea rooms and walk through the park that I know and love so well.
Even in the darkness I find my way.
The stars are twinkling.
Gradually I restore my inner peace.
I turn for home.
As I approach my car, headlights sweep in.
I see the driver, illuminated by reflection from the snow.
The car stops beside mine, its lights extinguished.
I pause.
What is he doing?
I am suddenly afraid.

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8 Responses to The Park – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Belinda Crane says:

    I’m not sure what I enjoy more. The creative works of My Elephant Friend and Mr C.E. Ayr or the comments they hurl at each other. I’m finding I am engrossed by both. (This is a great piece by the way. I have been to your friend/nemesis ?!?! post already and placed my two bobs worth there )


  2. colonialist says:

    Oops …
    er …
    … I will continue this after husband stops kissing me and follows me home …
    er …
    … will continue this as soon as my husband stops kissing me and follows me home.


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