Photo Prompt
Each month, we post a photograph as a writing prompt. Post your 100-word story in the comments section, and we’ll choose one to feature in our next issue. To see examples, read photo stories we’ve published in the past.
In the spirit of fun and fairness, please follow these guidelines:
• Post only one story per photo prompt.
• Be mindful of others’ feelings when commenting (keep it positive rather than giving feedback).
• Remember this is a shared safe space for all lovers of 100-word stories.
Art Credit: Diane Cordell
After you moved out of state, we said our goodbyes in airports, always at the gate with ample time for me to watch you go talk on a pay phone as I wondered what you could possibly have to say to someone you spent all your days with, unlike me, who you’d see a few times a year, but when I grew up, you started sobbing like a child before I went through security and I wondered if you thought about the time you squandered with me when I was one, and how now our time was shrinking towards nothing.
I’d often show up late, sprinting through the airport like O.J. Simpson in those old Hertz commercials, and plop down in my seat just before takeoff. The stews would even offer you a light and a smile while serving judgment-free double bourbons. Taking the red-eye to LaGuardia gave me just enough time to grab a few winks and sober up. The job was always different, but my routine stayed the same. I liked it that way. Then back to L.A. until next time. Nowadays, I don’t travel anymore. Or do much of anything, for that matter. Things are different now.