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A quick introduction: I’m Donna McNicol and your new host here at Sunday Photo Fiction. You may notice a slightly different look AND a new link address. We have officially moved from a WordPress.com site to our own domain. So be sure to bookmark/subscribe/follow us at SundayPhotoFiction.com
A side note, I also host a flash fiction prompt every Friday on my blog. I hope you will join in the fun there as well. Thank you for joining in the fun!
Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week a new photograph will be posted, either donated by a member of the community, or obtained from one of the FREE photo sites like Pixabay.com and Unsplash.com.
The challenge is to write a story based upon the photo in 200 words or less. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog.
Please be sure to post the photo with the photo credit as well as a link back to this post.
Once your story is posted, add your name and story link to the link party below. An alternative is to leave a comment and pingbacks are also accepted. Entries close at midnight CT Thursday night. Thanks for joining in the fun!
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
“Yo, Roscoe, have you seen the orange chair in your travels back and forth to the old house?”
“Penny, do we need that chair? It’s ugly!”
“Yes, it’s important to me. It came from my grandmother’s house, and she gave it to me specifically in her will because I always sat in it.”
“You know it is the ugliest chair I have ever seen. How many times do I need to tell you that?”
“I don’t care what you think. It’s important to me, and that is all that should matter to you.”
“I left it outside on the street in the alley beside our house. Someone has probably picked it up by now.”
“You had better hope it is still there, Roscoe, or I might throw you out in the alley.”
Mumbling to himself, Roscoe finds his truck keys and heads out to the alley.
The front doorbell sounds through the house and Penny goes to see who is calling already. She ends up looking at her orange chair in her sister’s arms. “Look what I found Penny? I always wanted this chair. Now I have one too.”
“That’s my chair, Patty. Give it back!”
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author of a book, a work in progress, on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.