Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in around 200 words.
“Well obviously, I am right here,” John whispered from behind her, blowing her headdress out of his face.
“Susan,” the Drama Teacher called out. “Juliet does not giggle. And it is ‘O, Romeo, Romero! wherefor art thou, Romeo.”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
John laughed. “Sort of.”
“Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer/The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune/Or to take arms against a sea of trouble/ And by opposing end them?”
“Ron, not now,” Ms. Smith repeated. “Hamlet was last semester.”
“Friends. Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him,” sayth Paris, aka Steven.
“Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up/To such a sudden flood of mutiny/ They that have done this deed are honorable/What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.” Mercutio Bill added.
Ms. Davis threw up her hands, script scattering.
“Ms. Davis,” John called, leaning on the balcony rail, already tossing streamers.
When she turned, they all shouted out, “Happy Birthday!”