Alastairs Photo Fiction – Simple is and simple does!

Each Sunday my good friend Alastair offers up one of his excellent photographs as a prompt for writing a short fictional piece. Be sure to check out this fun activity, click here for more information.


Photo Credit: Copyright © Alastair Forbes, 2013

Simple is as Simple does.

“I just want to leave, daddy!” the little girl said. “I’m not having any fun!”

“But honey, you’ve hardly ridden any of the rides.” The dad was concerned to see the unhappy look on his daughter’s face. He had been so sure, when he picked her up at her mother’s house for his “weekend time”, that she’d love to go to the carnival. Didn’t kids like these things any more?

“I don’t care. I just want to leave and go some other place. It’s noisy and all the rides are scary with people screaming. They’re rude and they keep bumping into us on the ground.” His daughter’s small hand held tightly onto his while tugging him in the direction of the exit.

“Well, wait a minute,” Her dad tried again. “Let’s go by the food stands, they have yummy treats to eat there. That’s always fun at carnivals.” He patted his substantial stomach while deciding there was always room for one more corn dog!

“No daddy, my tummy still hurts from the last ride and we can buy treats everywhere. I just want to go.”

The dad looked and felt very frustrated as they slowly maneuvered their way through the noisy throng of indifferent people who, now that he noticed it, all seemed to be running around in hyper mode; looking for the next great thrilling ride, or fat engorged snack or cheap plastic prize to be awarded for winning a “fixed” game.

When they reached the exit the dad turned to his daughter and impatiently asked “So where do you want to go?”

The little girl answered quietly. “Could we go to the park, just the two of us, walk around, feed the squirrels and maybe you could push me on the swing. Doesn’t that sound like fun, Daddy?”


Is there a loss of pleasure in “simple things” today? Are we perhaps so inundated with the never ending media of thriller type videos, movies, TV shows, books and of course real life activities, it has become difficult to go to a simple and happier place!

Alastairs Photo Fiction – Camouflage

It’s Alastairs Photo Fiction time. Write a flash fiction (short short story of 150 words, or less) based on a photo prompt. Shown below. To join in the creative fun, click on the link for directions. You’ll be glad you did. My offering follows.



“Sir, Private Woodly, reporting for duty, SIR!” He saluted with his remaining left limb, standing at attention.

“Which branch are you with?” The sergeant barked at the private. “And put your limb down. Something shady going on in here.”

“Sir, Yes Sir,” Private Woodly yelled. “General Plank sent me over, Sir!”

The sergeant lumbered over to the private until his face was just two inches away from Private Woodly. ” Use your soft voice, soldier, or I’ll whittle you down to size.”

The Sergeant wasn’t through. “Look at you. What’s with the gnarly dead tree look?”

“Sir, camouflage, Sir!”

“No need, if a tree falls in the forest, no one will hear it soldier.”

“But what about an ambush?”

The sound of a snapping twig had them both turning. But it was impossible to see the forest for the trees.

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Thanks for stopping by, have a great Monday,

~ Penny


Alastair’s Photo Fiction – Geared to Immortality!

It’s Sunday.  Time for another flash fiction challenge at Alastair’s Photo Fiction. below is the photo prompt for this week: Join in the fun, just click on the link for details!



It was a private room. Her special retreat. A room where she stored her first invention. So proud she’d been, that day. A simple thing, and not the first by any means, but these particular gears had a special quality to them. And the subsequent chain of events which had followed her invention, never far from her mind. Especially today – the anniversary. Some people had called it magic. The scientists had been baffled. She didn’t know either but tried not to dwell on these things, unsuccessfully!

Today, she stood inside this hidden room remembering with disbelief her many yesterdays, thinking on her tomorrows of eternity. A secret she wasn’t aware of buried deep in her soul. She didn’t know how it could have happened, but it had.

But the price paid, unimaginable!

One thousand years had passed since that fateful day the gears of motion had made her immortal!


(150 words)

To find out what happened to our inventor on that first day, stay tuned for my next post for this week’s Haibun Challenge. The word prompt is Anniversary! This is my way of encouraging writers to enter both of these wonderful writing challenges! So much fun and very rewarding!


~ Penny

Penny L Howe