My Grandfather’s Shop Was Too Tall for Myself

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PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

Grandpa was eccentric; absolutely lovely, but a tad odd!  His shop could be described similarly.  Full of peculiar items displayed unlike any other shop I have ever seen, things hung from the curiously lofty ceiling and the high shelves always reminded me of upside down tables.

“Grandpa, why is your shop so tall?” I once asked of him.  I never did get a reply that satisfied my childish logic.

How I longed to be tall enough to touch the things that hung taunting me from above.

When Grandpa died, his shop became a modern atrocity, but my memories remain forever.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

Satisfaction

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PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

A thorny fence, not the traditional place for a romantic rendezvous, but this particular one marked a place with special meaning to Sandra.

She gazed up beyond his rugged face at the beautiful azure sky and felt a certain contentment.

Happiness, the best form of revenge.

Tom, tall, broad and rugged: the archetypal farmer.  So different from her deceitful, unprincipled, businessman husband.  What would he say if he knew?

She stifled a giggle as the thought entered her head; cold, dead, cheating husband deep beneath her and current, hot, devoted lover above her.

Her smile was one of deep satisfaction.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here

A Blissful Childhood Recalled

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

The flat rock provided the perfect surface for the newly acquired adult colouring book.
As she shaded patterns she was transported to her happy childhood. Completely preoccupied, the recent horrors were kept at bay.

She recalled her mother sitting with her while she coloured. Love emanated from her mum and she felt safe in the reflection. As she concentrated on her task, she felt the agony gently easing.

He had been detained, she knew, but ridding herself of the anxiety he created was impossible. Immersion in a recreation helped, but it was only a brief respite. She could never forget.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here