Every week we are given a photo to use as a prompt so we can write a piece of fiction in story form, poetry form or any other way you like as long as you keep it within the 200 words.
If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image. Each opens in a new tab or browser.
Looking out the window, Sarah watched the colours of the sky change. Blues gave way to orange and yellows, which then gave way to russet, red, dark reds before finally going fully dark. She looked at her father sat in his wheelchair and wondered what he was thinking. Recently, she finally convinced him to use the chair after his ability to walk deteriorated every day. Since “giving in” as he called it, he barely said anything. It worried her, and she didn’t like leaving him alone, but her own family needed her. She was torn between her responsibility to him, and that to her husband.
The latter didn’t like her spending so much time with her father as he felt it created a melancholy that worsened every time she returned home. “Why couldn’t her brother look after him for a change?” Unfortunately, he was mentally disabled and would not be able to.
She knelt by her father and held his hand. “Dad. You are not giving up, you are making yourself more mobile. Please see it that way. Hell, change your name to Davros if you want.”
As she left, she saw a lone tear roll down his cheek.