Sunday Photo Fiction – December 18th 2016

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. Please try to keep it as close to the 200 words as possible.

Sunday Photo Fiction


He stared at the little Buddha, smoke curling from the incense stick at its side. Buddha? Really?

He wasn’t religious, never had been, despite the forced church-going of his childhood. In High School, his parents dropped the four Sunday a month requirement to two. When he went to college, he stopped going for good.

Married, they’d attended church semi-regularity, until Sandy’s father died and she lost interest. During the Divorce, he’d tried to go back, but left in tears.

The door to the back of the shop opened and Henry stepped out, no expression on his sharp features.



“You shouldn’t be here.”

“For Christ’s sake!” He shook his head.

“She doesn’t want you here.”

“Being here ain’t a  trip to Disney for me either.”

They’d been friends once. Before Sandy.

“Look, just tell her…. hell, don’t tell her anything.”

He turned, eyes fixing on the little Buddha for an instant. Religion. Yeah. Not even that little Buddha held the power to change what would happen next.



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