Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.
Hosted by Priceless Joy.
The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
Thank you to Etol Bagam for our photo prompt this week.


by John Yeo

 The treasure map was clearly marked with a cryptic clue. Dan reached the shore of a very strange Island, they began hacking their way to the interior of the jungle covered Island. Eleanor ran a comb through her hair and kept behind Dan as he cleared a path. Eleanor was studying the map closely
  “We must head due South West Dan, until we reach what looks like a waterfall.”
    “OK Eleanor! We should be there within the hour.”
Eleanor patted the loose curls on her head and kept to the path.
Suddenly there was a sound of water crashing to the ground from a great height. The sound got louder and louder as they approached a huge double waterfall.
They both gasped in amazement.
Eleanor shouted to Dan. “The treasure is in a cave behind the exact spot where the two falls merge.”
Eleanor combed her hair flat and donned a wetsuit.
Dan watched as she fearlessly dived into the raging waters and emerged with a haversack of Inca jewels.
Eleanor bought a hairdressing business.

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Picture it and Write ~ THE VISION OF GOLD

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog


Sculpture by Mark Newman

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia


by John Yeo

The classical statue was drawing many people to the exhibition. A young nymph seated on a tree trunk shaped to fit her slender body. A tree nymph, the expression of pride and self assurance in her features drew many to question who she was in life. A lady stood transfixed, stunned into a silence that I felt almost sorry to break.

I asked. “Who was she?”

“A member of the Trojan royal family,” came the almost reluctant reply. “I may be related to her.”

“Her hair gives me the impression of ropes, tangled into a helmet secured with a rose,” I said.

“They are a blend of corded gold and consist of many fine hairs, rolled and shaped.”

I took a sideways glance at my companion, who had her head covered with a scarf.

“You say you may be related!” I went on, noting a strange resemblance in the facial features.

“Yes! That necklet is our family emblem, the women always wore one to protect them from evil.”

Then the lady opened her raincoat to reveal an exquisite neck adornment, exactly the same as the statuesque wood nymph was wearing.

“You have many facial features in common, but surely that is a coincidence as the statue is very old.” I remarked.

“Age is a numerical fiction I do not recognise.” She replied.

I was stunned as she proceeded to remove her headscarf to reveal her beautifully corded golden hair, dazzling to the eyes. There was a sudden flash of blinding white light that burned and momentarily blinded my eyes. When my sight returned the vision of warm golden woman had gone, leaving a cold marble replication behind. 

I now come here every day searching for her.

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