Thursday 13 March 2014

Summer of ‘71


Photo Credit – Adam Ickes


“For God’s sake Pete, it is summer, soak up the sun and quit bugging me with your university applications. It is holiday time, amigo. Why don't you appreciate the beauty around you?,” said Tony, hinting towards Sofia as she lay fanning herself on the bonnet of 1967 Impala, wearing an orange crop top with rugged denim pants.

For Tony, uprooting the grass and dirtying his nails with mud was the only way of venting frustration. Half-heartedly, he eyed the Latina from the corner of his eye. The expression of admiration soon turned to absolute horror as he saw a wing of burning fighter copter whooshing towards the Impala, landing on Sofia’s bare midriff and splattering blood on grass.

For the rest of his life, he could not eject Sofia’s last image before her death, a playful wink while nibbling on the straw of her Virgin Mary.


 Friday Fictioneers is a unique challenge that is hosted by Rochelle Fields where writers pen 100-word stories inspired by the photo prompt. For more information see:

 http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/14-march-2014/



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16 comments:

  1. Anonymous14 March 2014 at 10:31

    Ow what a tragedy. At least she died in style!

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    1. Ramblings of a soul searcher14 March 2014 at 13:43

      Well, if a girl has to die.. the least we could is make it stylish :P

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  2. scribblywriterly14 March 2014 at 11:08

    gruesome but well done :)

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  3. Anonymous14 March 2014 at 16:27

    I didn't see that one coming...and obviously neither did anyone else! What an imagination! :-)

    janet

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    1. Ramblings of a soul searcher15 March 2014 at 04:42

      Thanks, Janet. I owe it to the excitement to pen something every Friday.

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  4. Anonymous15 March 2014 at 00:14

    some images are hard to delete !

    Horus

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    1. Ramblings of a soul searcher15 March 2014 at 04:43

      Hey, Horus

      Indeed they are.. just like our plenty of childhood memories.

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  5. Atreyee15 March 2014 at 01:46

    What a way to die!Fantastic take on the prompt:-)

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  6. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields15 March 2014 at 05:49

    That was disturbing. What a final image to carry with you and what a freak accident.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. Ramblings of a soul searcher15 March 2014 at 08:08

    Hi, Rochelle

    I know. Just an attempt to make it an interesting read. How are you?

    Best,
    Tanvi

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  8. JudahFirst15 March 2014 at 09:27

    Woah, a touch of horror to wake me up properly on a Saturday morning! Nice job.

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    1. Ramblings of a soul searcher15 March 2014 at 11:29

      Hey,Judah First
      I am glad that my fic worked as a morning alarm for you.

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  9. P.S. Joshi17 March 2014 at 02:09

    A horrifying but well-written story. I can see why someone would carry that vision for the rest of their lives.

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    1. Ramblings of a soul searcher17 March 2014 at 23:44

      Hi, P.S.

      Maybe because some visions are etched in your memory forever. And an image like this is hard to shake off.

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