Sunday Photo Fiction (21.4.19)

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

Another street corner

It was like any other nameless street corner in a nondescript island town. It could have been in the Caribbean or in the Pacific or on any other Tropical Island.

There was just the right number of stray dogs and random children kicked up the dust with a half deflated ball while yelling in what could have been Spanish or Portuguese or some other Latin language.

It wasn’t the time of day to be spent outside but rather a time to seek shade and iced refreshments.

It was everybody’s idea of a ‘B’ movie scene with either a single shot to the head or a drunk thrown into the street from a bar just in the shade.

It hadn’t changed much since the last time he was here, thirty five years ago to the day.

He squinted at his watch and saw that it was just a few minutes to three.

Just time to get back to the pier to catch the tender back to the ship.

Another day, another port and another cruise. (174 words)

This is my entry to this weeks Sunday Photo Fiction.


  1. ceayr · April 22

    Well-described scene, but I kept waiting for something to happen.
    Could Graham have got shot or stabbed or blown up or something, given us a laugh?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · April 22

      It was a possibility but I’ve had too much back pain to see it through 😉


      • ceayr · April 22

        Sorry for the poor joke, nothing worse than backache.
        Except maybe toothache – thou hell o’ a’ diseases, as Rabbie says

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Peter's pondering · April 22

    Sounds like a few places I found myself in, not quite sure of the name, or the country. Just time to grab a soft drink, never trust the water, or the food, and definitely not the ice cream!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. michael1148humphris · April 22

    But without these places we have no store of stories to tell. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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