Hiding place : Sunday Photo Fiction

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 comments

  1. ceayr · July 24, 2016

    Cute story.
    There appears to be a spurious ‘was’ in the second paragraph.
    You should speak to Graham about that.

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    • Graham Lawrence · July 24, 2016

      Thanks C.E

      Like

    • Graham Lawrence · July 24, 2016

      Zapped it! Thanks

      Like

  2. helenmidgley · July 24, 2016

    Such a sweet, but mischievous tale 🙂

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  3. angietrafford · July 24, 2016

    I guess that would definitely get him grounded! He sounds like a bit of mischief maker 🙂

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  4. mandibelle16 · July 24, 2016

    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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  5. Joy Pixley · July 24, 2016

    I add my vote to the “cute story” contingent! And yes, many a good running-away has been sabotaged by the need for more sweets. 😉

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    • Graham Lawrence · July 24, 2016

      lol. Thanks Joy, I agree about the need for sweets when you’re a kid!

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  6. unibookworm · July 25, 2016

    Always ❤ reading your flash ficition stories!

    Which is why I nominated you for A Lovely Blog Award 😉 =)!
    Deets are @ https://unibookworm.wordpress.com/2016/07/24/my-nominees-for-a-lovely-blog-award-are/

    Like

    • Graham Lawrence · July 25, 2016

      Thanks!

      Like

  7. Sunday Fiction · July 27, 2016

    Poor kid, being so unhappy at home. I like the tale.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. patriciaruthsusan · July 30, 2016

    Cute story, Graham. You succeeded in doing well with the voice of an imaginative child. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 30, 2016

      Thanks for taking the time to read. I appreciate it!

      Liked by 1 person

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