This is another story I submitted to Faber's QuickFic challenge - where each Friday at 9.50am a prompt was posted online so that foolhardy people could try writing a story of 250 words or less, inspired by it. The results of this labour had to be submitted by 2.50pm the same day, not a minute after... Hope this shot of microfiction, prompted by the photograph above, makes you smile 🙂
QuickFic: Stand over there
I was having a look through my Dropbox files today and realised I have a small cache of short stories, both finished and unfinished. Instead of letting them gather cyber-dust I thought I'd share some of them with you. I hope you enjoy them.
Lily was unsure of her father’s idea to go all the way to the seaside by motorbike. She had never ridden with him without her mother also present. Back in Colombo she had felt secure on the bike, snug between them, protected from the dangers that surrounded. But that was a long time ago; now she would be exposed. She could tell from her mother’s expression, as she waved goodbye, that she was worried too.