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Photo prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction
Little Brian, who accompanied his dad on his morning walk, was intrigued by the monument that had two forked out, crawled figures atop a stone.

Brian’s dad sat him down and explained, “Son, the choices taken when at a fork will decide if you can swim against the tide or sink with the wave.”

Years later:

The match was poised evenly. Yet, the tension in Brian’s team was palpable for various reasons, and at halftime, Brian broke away from it all to mull over. 

Sweat dripping, Brian sank into the chair, eyes closed. His temples throbbed as his mind replayed the game. He could not underplay the silent war of number- snatching and record building between him and his forward partner.  

Brian wiped out his sweat and swept a glance at the crowd. His dad’s smiling face looked out and he gave Brian a ‘thumbs up’ sign. That was his cue.

The game resumed.

The shuffle, the scuttle continued, the chances came close and so did egos. Looks got exchanged, one gave in, the other gratefully took over, the ball was passed in time and the goal achieved.

Brian’s dad cheered the most from the stand as he saw more than what others could see. Brian had managed to swim against the tide.

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Word count: 213
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is as long as there is at least a reference to it. You can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well. 

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Comments

  1. I never would have gotten anything like your story out of that prompt. Good job! I need to start writing some fiction from prompts - it would be excellent mental exercise for me. Alana

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    1. I feel humbled to hear this. Yes, I do consider these prompts as a great exercise for the creative juices to be pumped out. Let me know if you try them, Alana and thanks for the read and comment :-)

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  2. I like how you did that. It's excellent. Using the swimmers as a metaphor.

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    1. I'm really glad to hear this. This was my first attempt at your prompt. Thanks for the warm words and lovely prompt!

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  3. Nice use of the prompt as a metaphor. I liked it. :)

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  4. Nice story! Thank you for signing up to follow Mondays Finish the Story! I hope that you will contribute soon! Be well! ^..^

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    1. Thanks a lot. I hope to contribute :-)

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  5. That was a good lesson indeed :) I always love that Chak De India moment where a similar thing happens.

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