Sunday Photo Fiction – 72 Hours

Each week a photo is used as a prompt to create a piece of fiction or poetry in 200 words or less with the photo as the source material.

If you want to have a go, then click on the dark blue image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the light blue image with the frog on it.



72 hours. That’s all he had to survive. Surely he could do that. This torture almost breaking him, but he refused to crack. He would not cave in even though he had seen all his friends go. He was the last one left, so everything focused on him now.

They watched for the slightest action or reaction. 72 hours. Three days. He had been there five weeks already. Surely another 3 days were survivable.

He felt that everything possible that could have been used had been. His head spun, the dizziness of the pressure on him. He started to doubt himself.

No, he thought. I have to fight this. I have to keep my own mind. I am who I am and I always will be. Three days. 72 hours. What was that in minutes. 60 times 24 is a thousand, carry the four, carry the four, 1440. Times that by three. 4320. That’s how many minutes. Less now.

Keep the numbers going. You can do it. Focus on the numbers, not on anything else. 4319 This torture ends in 4318 minutes.

Okay, Gordon Ramsey, time to get the torch and make a soufflé. I will win this prize.

199 words

24 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction – 72 Hours

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