Hiding place : Sunday Photo Fiction

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Hiding Place

I didn’t slam the door on my way out. I stuffed salt and vinegar crisps and a choc bar into my jacket pockets as discretely as possible, and wrapped a warm wooly scarf around my neck.

I needed to get away without detection. When I turned the corner of the street I stopped and took a gulp of air.

I needed a better hiding place. I was improving with practice. The last time I managed until the sun had set, but my tummy sent me looking for something and they’d found me outside the corner shop.

This time I had food and most of my pocket money. I intended to save it all, but the need for sweets …

I was headed for those strange caves with windows in the hills. Someone had said they were remnants from wartime. Maybe they had beds?

I was a caped crusader, dodging in and out of the streetlight’s shadows unaware of the danger.

They caught me in a pincer movement.

Dad blocked the way and Mum scooped me up from behind.

Mum cried, “Danny, I was so worried …”

Dad just scowled.

I guess I was grounded again.

Thanks to © A Mixed Bag, 2010 for the photo prompt.

Here are the ‘rules’

The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide. It doesn’t have to be centre stage in the story, I have seen some where the placement is so subtle, the writer states where it is.

13 Replies to “Hiding place : Sunday Photo Fiction”

  1. Very cute Graham. You think he is a guy who loves his sweets running for his life. In the end, we find out why he loves his sweets so much, he’s a disgruntled child, who keeps running away from his parents. Very funny indeed 🙂

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