I would say that it was a three horse race for the Photo of the Month, but with third place having one vote, second having three and first with double those two put together, I think it was a landslide.
It is the one I thought would be voted, and I was pretty happy with how it turned out.
I really need to give my laptop a complete overhaul. Either that or drop kick it into the middle of next week and buy a new one. So glad I have auto save on my Word which stops me keep losing everything when it crashes.
Five photos for this month’s Photo of the Month. Choose which one you like and vote using the vote button at the bottom. Click the dot beside the name of the one you like on the voting graphic, and then press vote. This will enter your decision. Then the photo will go into the Photo of the Year and someone will get the chance to win that one.
Every week a photo is used as a prompt to create a story in around 200 words. As it is short, it is sometimes referred to as “Flash Fiction”. If you want to have a go, then head over to the page HERE, and if you want to read the stories others have written, then take a wander over HERE.
Winston leant against the window, cupping his hands above his eyes so he could see in without the light casting reflections. Nothing stirred inside; no person, animal or even a particle of dust. The display was called “Frozen in Time” and, according to the brochure, the whole building stood outside of time claiming to be “between seconds, or breaths, or both.”
A man stood in the corner leaning on broom; a cat about to leap through the air; a woman looking over her shoulder as she starts to remove her blouse; a Tyrannosaurus Rex lunging for an Edmontosaurus; a woman pointing a gun at a melon. He shook his head and walked away.
Bart looked in the window and smiled at the Frozen in Time diorama wondering how they managed to keep things steady. A man in the corner brushed dust from the floor; a cat leaping through the air; a woman allowing her blouse drop to the floor; a Tyrannosaurus Rex chewing on an Edmontosaurus; a bullet about to hit a melon. He smiled and walked away.
Sierra looked in the window, and stepped back, feeling uncomfortable as everything seemed to be looking straight at her.