Sunday Photo Fiction – September 15, 2019
Photo from Pixabay
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!
Chairs in the Air
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
The crew had worked hard setting up for the pageant that night on the beach. They set up outside because the weather report was for a beautiful night.
The girls lined up in their gowns for the initial start of the pageant. Since it was a county pageant, they lined up in alphabetical order of the state’s counties.
The audience was starting to file in and seat themselves. The pageant officials had reserved seats for the families. The rest of the audience sat behind them in no particular order.
As the announcer starts the program, the breeze begins to pick up. The contestant’s hair and dresses are starting to blow around.
The sky darkens. The waves are picking up. There is barely time to get inside to safety. Everyone is crammed into the lobby of the hotel.
The guests and contestants watch the chairs on the beach begin to blow around. Trash and kids toys blow into the lobby window.
The skies darken more than usual and as quick as it started it was over. People start venturing out and stop.
Strung up through the stairs were a lot of the chairs caught on the rungs and on each other.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
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.