The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
“Well, Yorick, any suggestions?”
“I had some ten hours back, but obviously they were wrong.” Never had a skull spoken with such sarcasm and loathing (since last time we’d had this discussion.) It was becoming far too regular for my tastes.
I sighed. Cast him in one play and he never allows me to forget. I turned from my work table to scowl at him.
“That’s not helpful.”
“I never swore to be helpful.”
He would have rolled his eyes if possible. It wasn’t, so I stole the chance to do the same to him.
“You’d be nothing without me.”
“True. I’d have a peaceful, quiet, life.”
“Humph. Nobody listens to the skull.”
“This surprises you why?”
Silence surrounded me except for the scratching of pen across paper. It was a game we played; who can hold out longest.
He broke first; his ego didn’t allow anything else. “You can’t have Oberon do that in Act 3.”
“Because of what he does in Act 4.”
A scramble through pages. “Oh.” He was right. As always.
“Like I said, Bill, you’d be nothing without me.”