Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s photo is by C. E. Ayr (hooray for me!), taken at Coal Harbour, Vancouver BC.
And, for the benefit of Dawn, Alastair and some others with deeply suspicious minds, let me assure you that no Canadian Pacific railway employees were killed during the creation of either the picture or the story.
Nearly.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
© C.E. Ayr
Click here to hear me read aloud this 60-second story:
Boxcar
The boxcar catches my eye.
It is just one among hundreds, maybe thousands, at the railhead, but I pause, stare.
I am not good with colours, but this is so vibrant that I see it clearly.
It is purple.
I understand immediately it is from another place, another world, another dimension.
I move to slide open the door, but my nerve-damaged arm finds it too heavy.
A gap appears, widens.
A small woman gazes at me.
She smiles, extends her hand.
She links her fingers through mine, and my hand responds.
Then, in 100 words, she teaches me to write.
