“Sometimes a story created from a prompt is inspired not by what you see, but by something that isn’t there.”
I wrote this story in answer to the following prompt:
Friday Fictioneers – Write a 100-word story based on the Photo Prompt image above by PHOTO PROMPT -Brenda Cox
Carousel of Life
The carousel of life spins in the square. The hippy tram once ferried ladies in flowery skirts. Now, they wear torn jeans and half-shaven heads.
The blue bollards arrived when the terrorists tried to blow up parliament.
I wish to slap the litterer for dumping his can too.
I met my lady where the carousel stands, one hundred and seventy years ago.
Everything but the elegant structures has changed since then.
People have stopped saying hello to me, now. They just bustle straight through me these days.
Oh well, I still get to enjoy my favourite square.
Thanks for reading my friends.
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