Photo courtesy of Artur Malishkevych
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!
Enjoying the Beach
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Anya and Rollie were just sitting on the beach day after day, enjoying the warm weather and occasional thundershower. They were at a stage in their life where they didn’t have a schedule to be followed and were happy just being with each other no matter what life brought them.
They had both lost their spouses and had always been friends, so it was natural for them to spend their remaining time together. They each had their own hut, but after a particularly nasty storm, Anya’s was completely destroyed. They had no choice but to share Rollie’s. Anya was horrified. She asked him to see if there was another one available.
He asked, but the people living here were long term owners. He asked at the office if they were going to rebuild it. They were sorry, but they lost ten cabins in the storm and couldn’t afford to rebuild them all. All owner’s names would be put in a hat, and they would draw out five names and restore those.
Rollie told Anya the news, and they prayed that Anya’s was one of the ones to be rebuilt. Anya cried when she heard her name called.
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.