Carol was tapping away on her iPhone. “Are you writing your Sunday Photo Fiction prompt post?” Matt asked?
“No,” Carol responded, “I’m playing solitaire.”
“That’s surprising,” Matt said. “You love that prompt.”
“I’m not inspired by today’s photo. It makes me sad.” She flicked her fingers across her iPhone screen and held it up for Matt to see.
“What’s wrong with it?” Matt asked. “It’s kind of Christmasy.”
Carol looked at the photo. “More wintry than Christmasy.”
“It makes me feel sad. Today is Christmas Eve and I don’t want to feel sad,” Carol explained.
“How does that photo make you feel sad?”
“I imagine that I’m looking out of the window of our apartment and seeing that scene,” Carol answered. “The snow makes it look pretty, but I’m bothered by the barbed-wire fencing across the street.”
Matt walked over to where Carol was sitting and looked at the photo once again. “Oh yeah,” he said.
“It looks like there could be a prison or a mental hospital on the other side of that fence and that makes me feel sad,” Carol said
“You’ve got a good heart,” Matt said, bending over and kissing Carol on the cheek.