What I see

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”

But I didn’t care much.

Then one day my wife said, “Why don’t you remove this junk from our yard? Everyone 2015-04-13-bw-beachamridicules us! Yesterday Billy was bullied and came crying from school.”

I was sad but I was not going to abandon my creative child because a bunch of people disapproved it.

So, one day my wife stood in front of me… a packed bag in one hand and Billy’s hand in the other she asked, “Are you throwing that piece or not?”

“No. It will not go anywhere.” I answered in a stern voice. She slammed the door and went.

They did warn me: it’s a difficult piece to handle and keep. The earlier collector died protecting it when people started pelting stones at it.

Some say I’m insane, but they don’t see what I see… beauty.



Only A Fool

Rochelle shares a photo prompt every Friday. She encourages us to write a story in hundred words or less based on the photo. If you’d want to add your story just click at  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know the details. You can then feed your story to the little blue frog icon there.

This week’s photo is shared by Roger Bultot.

I tied my sneakers, plugged the headphones, set the timer on and started jogging. After jogging for 20 minutes I could see some smoke. So I started following it.

I was standing on a street that looked very familiar. People, fire fighters, a fire truck…became visible to me. I started walking and finally saw the house that was on fire.

It was none other than my ex’s house. I asked one of the fire fighters if someone was injured. He said, “No injuries, we reached right on time.”

“How… did, fire ….?”

“The guy, kept an egg to boil… in a micro and forgot about it…completely… what kind of a person does that?”

“Only a fool,” I said in my mind but all he could see – was a big smile.


Copyright – Roger Bultot