It’s been a while, i’m still here, gasping for air as the internet slowly churns away under the icy wildlands of Clifton Upon Teme, it’s the end of the Earth I swear, but lovely to be here once more. Hey Rochelle I apologise for my absence, more of that at a later date, but I’m here and I’m going to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and an end based on the photo below taken by Na’ama Yehuda, bit rusty dusty but i’ll give it a go.
On My Marks…
The sky stretched up to the wind blunted serrated horizon as I cradled a tumbler of red wine, the clouds Pinkening, the harsh clucking of the pheasants echoed around the copse below.
Our breaths visible in the icy winter air, jackets, pink cheeks and mismatched hats, shivering in the fading light, cigarette smoke like a slow-motion explosion tainted with the beautifully scarlet sunset. I wafted it away, not wanting to miss a single thing.
Behind us, patio doors solidly clunked, swung open and my son emerged from amongst an aborted Tetris of boxes and packing cases.
“Where’s the Flipping WiFi?”
There we are, 100 words, on the button about our house move which we’ve just undertaken… Hope you like it.