It is time for Sunday Photo Fiction, a 100-200 word photo prompt provided by Al Forbes. Why not take a look over at the other stories posted each week and have a go yourself. Have a bit of fun and see what your mind creates
A new dawn, a new life
Lying here now on the cool, wet grass, looking up at the clouds above sailing by, I feel a sense of peace. I used to come here as a child running and playing with my brothers, it was amazing in the summer. We often used to camp out here on those hot summer nights, and get up early to watch the sun come up as I am now. Only this time I have been awake all night, awake worrying about what will be. My first child was born yesterday, a little boy. Vicky was amazing and took to it like duck to water, but how can I be a dad? I’m only 23 and struggle to look after myself? But sitting here now and seeing this beautiful new dawn, I know that no matter what my fears are I have responsibilities now. I have to look after my little family and do you know what? I shall do it with pride, in fact I’m going to bring him camping here one summer when he’s older!
WORD COUNT 175
This week Trifectra asks for 33 to 333 of your own words inspired by the following word – MANIPULATE.
To touch, to mould, to change, to incubate,
To scold, to punish, to bully, to manipulate.
To bruise, to harm, to fix, to educate,
The perfect person in which you cultivate.
To have and to hold, till death you illustrate.
But now your left with no one to intimidate,
Because leaving was the last thing you ever anticipate.
You try to change things, you try to communicate.
But the damage you did, you wont ever vindicate.
– THE END –
If you were an old person what would you see?
A young and naive person? or would you see me!
If you were a teacher what would you see?
A kid with no prospects? or would you see me!
If you were a business man what would you see?
A yob in a tracksuit? or would you see me!
If you were a social worker what would you see?
Someone messed up? or would you see me!
If you were a police man what would you see?
A homeless person on the streets? or would you see me!
If you were a doctor what would you see?
An alcoholic with pneumonia? or would you see me!
If you are were an undertaker what would you see?
Yet another dead body? or would you see me!
I won’t judge you, if you don’t judge me,
Let’s get to know each other, and see what we see!
This week Trifectra asks for 33 of your own words inspired by the following picture.
Word Count 33
Damn you Collin for not supporting me. All I asked is two days a week kid free, but no. Instead I’m cramming my studies in a café during my lunch hour. Thanks!
Everywhere around me, every corner, every inch and every sound radiates the essence of me. The memories and stories these walls hold could never go away surely.
When I’m gone what happens then? If I can’t imagine the next person not feeling and sensing my own history in these bricks and mortar how will it be when I move?
What would be worse? Not sensing the previous owner’s history within its walls and having the luxury of feeling the walls are a blank canvas to make my own, with new memories and stories. But this would have the added insult of the knowledge that the next tenant, in my old home, would be able to just as easier clear away my presence in my home of 12 years.
Or the scary concept of moving into a new house and it not feeling like my own home as the feeling of a previous presence, with its own history and memories still lingering, but with the comfort that my own home, my old friend, won’t betray me by letting go of its memory of me?
What a scary concept both seem to be, or am I just living in denial that such objects could hold such important human feelings. After all what makes a home? Is it the bricks and cement which cradles your life, history and memories? Is it the items that are held within the building which has helped you live in such a comforting way? Or is it all in your own head, and the idea of the connection between the structure and items held within them are just the human way of connecting life together within a sense of grounding and being physical.
These feelings seem too intense to stay stored inside a single head; I maybe just over analysing a single thought but a single thought can spiral out of control. I need to wrap my head around this; it was my desire to move, my hopes and wishes for something bigger and better with more freedom to grow and move on from sad and hard times. After all not all the memories where happy, there have been quite a few which I would never like to relive again but they did all help to mould the person I am today.