Sunday Photo Fiction — The Legacy

60E8D740-BD31-4AB0-BF4B-8AB3BAD2A9D5The old man spent his entire life building log cabins. He built his first one with his father more than sixty years ago. He was in this late teens at the time, his whole life ahead of him. Now he was almost 80 and his days were numbered. He wasn’t quite broken yet, but he was certainly bent.

This was to be his last cabin. His arthritic hands, sore joints, stooped back, and atrophying muscles betrayed him on his life-long quest to be remembered as the “log cabin man.” He wanted his log cabins to be his legacy.

He was constructing this cabin for his youngest grandson, who was in the army and had recently been deployed to the southern border to help build that damn wall.

He was praying every day that he would have the strength to finish building the cabin. He certainly had the determination.  But it was a struggle.

And then one day, as he was notching out a log, the old man slumped over, unable to breathe.

His grandson was granted bereavement leave upon the death of his grandfather. And he swore that he would finish the cabin as an homage to the “log cabin man.”

(200 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction and her photo. Also for the Word of the Day prompt, “quest.”

Sunday Photo Fiction — A Simple Girl

12e70a31-5edc-45c1-88b5-11ca0fd1b2eeMany thought she was a simple girl with a simple mind. She spent her time alone, up in the attic, simply painting simple pictures.

She started with a simple painting of her pet dog. Then one of her neighbor’s cat. Of flowers and animals and animals with flowers. Of homes and hills and sunrises and sunsets. All simple, each unique.

Her simple paintings remained unseen by anyone else, even her parents. When they died, in their simple will, they left their simple daughter their simple house. The simple girl, shy and retiring, had to, for survival, leave her simple house periodically. But she continued to spend most her time living her simple life painting her simple pictures. Hundreds of them. Maybe a thousand. Maybe more.

After years of painting her simple pictures, her health fell into a deep descent. She developed a serious cough, one that ultimately proved fatal.

A representative from the town’s property assessor’s office came to assess the value of the simple house. He went up to the attic and discovered something that no one would have been able to predict. He found a treasure trove of simple paintings, paintings that were valued in the simple millions.

(200 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Susan Spaulding. Also for these one-word prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (pet), Word of the Day Challenge (unique), Michael’s Writing Prompts (descent), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cough), Your Daily Word Prompt (representative), and Daily Addictions (predict).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Enjoy the View

a5f62dd9-e447-4649-9816-1fb0665af5d6“It’s exquisite, isn’t it?” Anna said.

Hearing no response from her boyfriend, she repeated her question. “The view of the city from here, it’s stunning, don’t you think?”

Still no response. “Earth to Michael,” she said. “Come in, come in.”

Michael turned to Anna. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was lost in thought.”

“Let me guess,” Anna said. “It’s a beautiful day and you can’t stop obsessing about that moron who believes he’s a legend in his own mind.”

“I just can’t get over the inane things that he says and tweets,” Michael said. “He’s crazy. Shutting down the government over his stupid border wall. His constant lies, his detrimental actions. I can’t inderstand why Mueller hasn’t been able to wrap up his investigation in a more timely manner. It’s clear to anyone with half a brain and who isn’t living in a cave that Trump is guilty as shit of colluding with the Russians, of obstruction justice, and of being a total charlatan.”

“It’s Sunday, Michael,” Anna said. “You have to give it a rest before you make yourself sick. Let’s go get some mussels and wash them down with a pitcher of beer.”

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy the food and the view.”

(198 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Also written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (exquisite), Your Daily Word Prompt (lost), Nova’s Daily Random Word (legend), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (inane), Daily Addictions (border), Ragtag Daily Prompt (timely), and Michael’s Writing Prompts (cave).

Sunday Photo Fiction — Paradise

904A674F-6768-4A29-92C8-7128BCB03D49.jpegIt was picture perfect. As close to ideal as any place could possibly be. The weather all year long was wonderful, with mild days and cool, crisp nights. There were typically around 300 days of bright, sparkling sunshine a year, and when it did rain, it was almost alway at night. The ocean’s warm blue waters surrounded the peninsula on three sides.

They had promised themselves that they would sell their home in the city and move to paradise once Eric retired. They had scrimped and save and had accumulated enough money to finally fulfill their promise. And so, when they found what seemed to precisely meet their needs, they took the leap.

Sure, it was a little more than they planned on spending, but they decided to splurge. They bought a lovely three bedroom, two-and-a-half bath beachfront bungalow. There was room enough for the two of them plus for their grown kids for when they wanted to come by and stay over for a weekend or longer.

They moved in and got settled and were enjoying the good life.

A thousand miles away, an earthquake.

A few days later, the tsunami.

That was the end of paradise.

(198 words)


Written for Susan Spaulding’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Anurag Bakhshi.

Oh My

7745281F-1901-4DC6-8F99-C01271B73B9D.jpeg“Pretty soon I’ll be free of this crap,” Edward said to the guy standing in line next to him.

“Oh yeah,” the guy said. “How so?”

“I’m retiring soon,” Edward said, “and then this rat race will be over and I won’t be rushing to the airport and standing in long check-in lines and having to deal with this bullshit anymore.”

“Lucky you,” the guy said. “I can only dream about being able to ditch this hassle. So where are you headed?

“I’m on my way to Los Angeles,” Edward said.

“No kidding?” the guy said. “Me too.”

“Really? What’s taking you there?” Edward asked.

“Well,” the guy said, “I run a company that puts on beauty contests around the country and I have to screen a bunch of prospective contestants before Saturday’s pageant.”

“You mean like the Miss America pageant?”

“Kind of,” the guy said with a smile on his face. “It’s the Miss Porn America pageant. It’s little more kinky than Miss America. And why are you going there?”

“I’m surprising my granddaughter,” Edward said. “She’s a budding actress and is auditioning for some show there.”

Edward thought for a second. “Oh my,” he said.

(200 words)


I spent much of today with family and friends, but I wanted to get my Sunday Photo Fiction post in before I called it a day. I also squeezed in these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (free), Ragtag Daily Prompt (dream), Scotts Daily Prompt (screen), Your Daily Word Prompt (pageant).