The Photographer – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant walk a tight rope
The idea quite frankly appals
But squeeze him in a barrel
And with no hint of a quarrel
He happily plunges over the Falls

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Joe Owens, standing in for ol’ pal Al.
Just click on the link to see a  fabulous flood of soggy stories in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s damp squib.

Copyright Joe Owens

Copyright Joe Owens

The Photographer

They call me Snapper.
That is their little joke, but I know they admire and appreciate what I do.
I am the official photographer of Medville, and several other towns in Provence.
My ‘snaps’ appear in all the tourist guides and web-sites, and are widely sold on postcards, posters, and even t-shirts.
I normally wander around on foot.
I have an eye for a photo.
More than subject, composition and colour, I see a story.
I know it is a cliché, but it is also a truth.
Every picture tells one.
That is why I am here now.
I saw this superb villa, just visible now the leaves are falling.
I took some shots from the road.
I don’t know yet what they were doing, what I captured for eternity.
But when I saw them approaching from two sides I pressed transmit.
That is the reason I am still alive.
We are currently discussing my future.

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12 Responses to The Photographer – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Joe Owens says:

    A Houdini escape just in the knick of time.


  2. Eeek! As usual, you have gripping last lines. 🙂


  3. Dear Elephant,

    That last line has a rather ominous tone to it. I think it’s telling another story.




  4. Cute story. I enjoyed it. Good thing he took a photo!


  5. emmylgant says:

    Ah yes!
    No funnies from emmy
    just a big happy delighted smile
    at a good sharp snappy tale.


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