SPF is Sunday Photo Fiction. Every week a photo is used as a prompt to write a piece of fiction (or fact) using the image and having around 200 words. If you want to have a go, take a look
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The Fog of War?
Dahlia looked into Dan’s three eyes trying to see the cause of the fear and worry he felt. He shook his head trying to remove the image of the dead bodies from his mind. Dahlia took his hands, his organic and prosthetic, and led him to the cliff overlooking the bay. They watched a fog roll in as she placed two of her arms around his shoulder and pulled him into her. She laid one hand on his waist, and the other stroking his head, running a thumb behind his ear to relax him.
As the fog covered the water, Dahlia’s hand stopped suddenly, causing Dan to awaken with a start. He followed her gaze and saw two small ships coming out of the low clouds with humans standing on prows with weapons that they pointed toward the beach.
Dan felt sick as memories of his history lessons and his ancestor, Daniel, sprang to the fore of his memory. Looking at Dahlia, he could see the fear in her eyes as well. Something told him that these were the ones responsible for the murders. Now, more would certainly follow. Many more. He hoped history was not about to repeat itself.