Photo Courtesy of Barb Crews
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
The airport lounge was packed with holiday travelers. The snowstorm raging outside put most flights on delay. Families with small children were having trouble keeping their children under control for such a long period.
John and Carrie’s little girl had a red coat and hood. Suddenly John took off across the lounge and grabbed a little girl out of her mother’s arms. The mother began screaming, and John headed back to his wife.
Security arrived and grabbed John, who hadn’t realized that the little girl wasn’t his daughter. His wife turned around to see what all the fuss was about, and she was holding their daughter in her arms.
“John, what the hell are you doing with that little girl? Cassandra is right here in my arms,” Carrie said. “Let that little girl go, you idiot!”
“Oh, geez, I’m sorry. I thought it was my little girl. They’re dressed the same, and I couldn’t see her face.”
“Do you want to press charges ma’am,” the security guard asked.
“No, I can understand how he felt, and I might have done the same thing. We have to be careful with our children.”
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.