I am a minimalist when it comes to editing photos, mostly because I don’t know how. Changing a photo from color to black and white is a common edit and I use the standard selections (portrait, landscape, etc.) to see which one looks best. I rarely choose infrared, but in this case it was the most striking image for these morning glories.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Closeups
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Piya Singh
All Alone
“Mother, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m downsizing. It’s happens when people retire, you know.”
“Yeah, but . . . “
“Don’t ‘Yeah, but’ me, Henry, it’s a done deal.”
“But it’s so small! Where will people stay when they come visit?”
“In a hotel, dear. It’s not rocket science.”
Henry tried again to dissuade his mother from moving into the stone cottage. “What if it’s haunted? You can’t even see your neighbor’s house from here. You will be all alone!”
She smiled at the thought. All alone, for the first time in my entire life. “That’s the whole point, dear.”
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
For a special treat, check out Chioma’s story, The Vale, in verse.
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The door that has opened to many happy hours spent with Ticka.
Ticka’s shop
I came across the blog Norm 2.0 and his Thursday Doors Feature. I love doors, so I’d thought I’d join in the fun. This is my first entry.
We’ve had quite the rainy month of May in central Texas. The weeds are loving it and are growing like . . . well, weeds.
Story #31 for Story A Day Challenge May 2016
No Guarantee
Isn’t there someone out there for me? Alena wondered as she ate dinner, alone, again, at the Chinese place. Surely I can be somebody’s someone. What if I missed meeting him by a few minutes, somewhere?
She opened her fortune cookie: Humans are capable of great love. That guarantees nothing.
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