SPF: Frogs!

Photo courtesy of Paul Howell (Mystery writer Betty Webb‘s husband) Mike was already in a bad mood when he answered the phone to Eric that morning. The pair of them had quite the session the night before and he was very hung over. “What did you want?” “I didn’t know who else to call. I find [...]

SPF: Chance sighting

Written for Sunday photo fiction Photo courtesy of David Meredith, photographer “Daniel!” I yelled for my husband as I held the newspaper in it. " I can't believe it." “Can’t believe what, honey?” “Remember all of those times I told you about my childhood house? How I always wondered what happened to it?” “You tell me every day, dearest.” [...]

SPF: Bad day

  I hoped there would be no other day like the morning I woke up in a foreign land only to discover I no longer had a job. No amount of training would have helped on that day in the resort as the customers also realised someone stranded them. They were understandably angry as there [...]

FFftPP: Yard sale

https://morguefile.com/creative/GaborfromHungary/47/all _DSC7913 I was walking along, minding my business. In fact, there was no plan in the direction I was walking, as all I wanted to be was alone. Surprised, I found that I had strolled into my old neighbourhood and I was practically standing outside of my old house. It took me a moment to [...]

SPF: The cult of the artist

The following is a 200-word story inspired by this week's Sunday photo fiction. Please give their site a visit and have a look at the other entries made. They are certainly worth it 🙂 Photo from Morguefile A strange thing happened every week is a non-descript café in town. It used to happen every Wednesday at [...]