There's a story behind this picture...

[rexfelis]

And I want you to look at it and tell me what that story is.

Use your imagination and weave a short story out of what you see. Let's see what sort of interesting stuff you can come up with.

This is a challenge! *smacks you with a gauntlet*

So what is it? Who is he? What's his expression say? What's he looking at? Where is he? What's he about to do, what has he just done? What's the story this picture tells?

 

[foxxxyred]

He's thinking of a pretty red-headed girl who lives in a far far away land

Or maybe not.

 

[phrodeau]

"I'm never going to that barber again. Oh well, back to work. Is that my paint roller on the ladder?"

 

[Andreina]

neo-mohawk lover

very retro-chic



Halo

 

[Rubyfruit]

It's Saturday afternoon, 2 pm. He just woke up from a nap and he's hot and cranky. He stepped outside to see what the dogs are up to and looks in bewilderment at a full-sized tree house in the process of erection on his prized living oak tree.

 

[Guest]

 

[Natalie Nessus]

I reckon he's trying to decide whether the house needs painting or not.

Yes, is it blue or cream?

 

[rexfelis]

Hmmm.... what interesting ideas.... Let's hear some more.

 

[rexfelis]

Yes, is it blue or cream?

It's actually beige. And the house does not need painting. lol

 

[Laurel]

He hadn't been to the little neighborhood with the beige house since he was a child, but something compelled him. A phone call, to be precise. "Come as soon as you can. Mum's on her last days."

He cancelled his appointments, scheduled a flight for the next day, and in a flash found himself jostled in a cab on the way back to his childhood home. He hugged his Aunt Marie - older than Mum, tearful, and even more frail than he remembered. He exchanged tearful hugs with his cousins, his nieces, some friends of Mum's that he barely recognized, who remembered when he stood knee-high.

But the one he did not hug was the one who he could not forget.

She had stood at the edge of the picket fence. Shy as ever, she was afraid to mix in what was obviously family business. Later on, after the crowd dispersed, she'd make her way over with jam and biscuits. For now, she stood at the fence and watched as men and women came and went.

Then, the cab came. He stepped out, and immediately their eyes locked. Instinctively she clutched at her wedding ring, but its powers were weaker than the power of his light, expressive eyes. "Amy-" he began, but she bowed her head and left before the tears could break across her cheeks.

When his turn came, he sat beside his mother, holding her thin hand in his two big hands. She smiled at him. "I love you, son."

"I love you too Mum."

"This isn't goodbye, you know. We'll see each other again."

"I know, Mum," he said with less confidence than usual. He stared into his lap and blinked back tears.

"She needs you, Rex. She's waited for you."

Rex sighed.

"Go to her, son. You know it's right."

He nodded, and kissed her forehead. She beamed at him as he left the room.

He stood outside the beige house blinking back tears of loss - the impending loss of his Mum, and the loss of so many years he could have shared with Amy. He wiped his face, allowing a stony, resolute expression to settle. It was time for him to do the right thing.

 

[scylis]

ok, Laurel wins!

and i was going to try, too. until i saw her post, that is.

shit almighty!

 

[rexfelis]

Yay! Bravo, Laurel! Beautifully done! *hugs*

And no winners by default! You get your butts in here and write up some competiton! NOW! lol

 

[sch00lteacher]

No, this young man's world has changed somehow. He is not happy about it, but he is facing it.

He is considering his options, what to do, what is the right thing to do?

 

[EvilBrat74]

It looks like this guy dropped a radio in the tub with himself on purpose and it just stunned his thoughts a bit so he got dressed and went out to kill his neighbor that has been pissing him off.
In his right hand is a 45cal. desert eagle fully loaded and in his left hand is a full five gallon gas can of premium.
He's thinking *Somebodys gonna die today!*
LOL

 

[sch00lteacher]

It looks like this guy dropped a radio in the tub with himself on purpose and it just stunned his thoughts a bit so he got dressed and went out to kill his neighbor that has been pissing him off.
In his right hand is a 45cal. desert eagle fully loaded and in his left hand is a full five gallon gas can of premium.
He's thinking *Somebodys gonna die today!*
LOL

Sweetbrat must be made of pure gold to put up with you...

Have you considered talking to someone about your problems?

 

[EvilBrat74]

Sweetbrat must be made of pure gold to put up with you...

Have you considered talking to someone about your problems?

As a matter of fact i have!
I don't think it's a good discussion for lit though.