SPF: Mired

01-ceayr-29-january-2017
Photo (c) C.E.Ayr

Mired

Words 195

He rocked on his heels as he took in the picturesque scene.

Not a blade, not a ripple out of place – just the way he liked it. Streamers and balloons heralded his arrival but what he liked best was the trumpets blaring his entry. He frowned, he would have to make it clear, he didn’t much care for the pink stuff – he was after all a man.

He squinted into the distance – what an eyesore!

“Hey you! Get out of the way. Can’t you see Me coming?”

“Go on ahead. I am not in your way am I?”

“You bother me just by being! Get the hell out of here.”

“How would you manage without me?”

“Huh! Are you crazy? What do you do – except clutter the place?”

“To me it looks as if you are the one blocking the path…”

“You…you nobody! How dare you speak to me like this? Don’t you know who I am? With just a twitch I can blow you out of existence.”

She snickered. “Sure you can.”

“Are you challenging ME?”

“Chicken.” She thumbed her nose at him.

“How dare you? Charge!”

Smirking, she edged towards the riverbank.

***

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting and C.E.Ayr for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

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Dahlia

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