We have three players this week in our ongoing photo-story game. Each week, I toss out a photo to a group of players, and whomever has the time and/or inclination sends back a story inspired by the photo.
I find it interesting that these stories have varying vibes of darkness and melancholy, despite the bright sunshine streaming in the window. Is this a melancholy photo to you?
by Christine Hennebury
I have the feeling that Iâ€™m done here.
Iâ€™m not finished, itâ€™s not complete, but I am done.
Sometimes you have to recognize that you arenâ€™t the one who will finish it. You can do your part, take it so far, and then you leave the tools for someone else.
I thought about putting everything away, leaving it all very tidy, but that seemed a bit too cold, too distant. I wanted to leave somewhere for them to start.
Even if they are just tidying up. By touching the tools, the wood, the bits and pieces of a project in progress, they can feel their way toward the next step.
I wish I could see them learn but thatâ€™s not how this works.
We do what we can and then we leave enough for them to find their way, just as we found ours.
Itâ€™s not complete but, but somehow, it is whole.
Click through to read:
by Gal Podjarny
by Mimi Golding
She put the tools down, looking over her progress that she had made.
Time for that Gin and Tonic, she thought, as she picked up the glass of liquid pain relief. Care was needed to craft the intricate design. Thoughts kept drifting, â€œWould it be good enough?â€
â€œBah!â€, she thought to herself. That self-criticism was Walter talking again. Walter, her so-called black dog of depression that followed her everywhere. Her loyal companion, always shadowing her actions, nipping at her self-confidence.
â€œWalter, I donâ€™t have time for you todayâ€ she said, as she finished off her beverage, turned towards her work and picked up her tools. â€œTime to crank up the jam!â€
Feel free to write your own piece of flash fiction and add it in the comments, or post it on your own site and link back to it in the comments. If you’d like to join our little cabal, leave a comment and I’ll add you to the list of players. There’s no obligation – drop in and out when you can. You can read previous stories here: