A Distant Dream

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

“Cranky!…Stupid!…”

“Why are you mad at me, Jonas?”

“Not you….”

“Then who? It’s just the two of us, here.”

“I’m not…”

“Things happen. It’s nobody’s fault. Just chill!”

“…not mad at you. I’m mad at this stupid thing. It had to stop working, right when that lion was out… in action…at night. It could have been — ‘an epic shot’.”

“Let it be, Jonas.”

Jonas saw — the prize money and epic shot fly like bats in the distant dark night sky.

The weather was good today. Clouds, rains and thunderstorms had been predicted after that.

Their tickets were booked for tomorrow.

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Note: I didn’t notice that orange coloured tricycle (of some kind). It’s just night and the camera on the tripod, for the story.