I already forgot where I was when I photographed this. I don’t know what it is. But it must have been interesting at the time, because I photographed it.
I’m not sure what kind of phone booth this is, as the phone is on the outside.
I crossed paths with the Lone Ranger and he graciously allowed me to photograph him.
Hanging from the ceiling in my friend’s upholstery shop. Your guess?
Photography 101: Mystery
The Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo prompt.
Walking to an interview, Barb’s nose started to bleed. “Sit, sit,” she heard, as someone grabbed her elbow, guiding her to a chair in a gift shop. She looked up; an old Korean man offered her a towel.
Soon, the bleeding stopped. The man put a silk scarf in her hands. “You take, bring back,” he insisted. It completely hid the stains on her blouse.
Retracing her steps after the interview, Barb stood over her own dried blood on the sidewalk, from earlier. Only no gift shop was there. She touched the scarf, in silent wonder.