Photo Prompt 20

The lovely Delores at thefeatherednest created a wonderful meme.  Each Monday anyone who wished to play would post a photograph.  Anyone was welcome to take that photograph and put up a post inspired by that photo, or to critique other people's posts.  Life has got in her way so Delores is retiring this meme until May of next year.

I participated a few times and then life got in my way.  However, on hearing that this was the last opportunity for a while I have made time.

This first image was posted by Delores herself.  She told us that the photograph is of her father.  I hope and trust that I am not treading on any toes here.

'You can't make me'.
'What can't I make you do?'
'Anything.  You are not the boss of me'
'So there.'

The second image was provided by Susan Kane of thecontemplativecat.

It is three twenty six on a sunny September afternoon.  And it will stay three twenty six and nothing will move, nothing will grow and nothing will prosper until my conditions are met.
Firstly the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter ( I am a traditionalist you know) must enter town by the western gate.
She must arrive on foot in a September with a blue moon.
On the day of that blue moon at three twenty six precisely she must greet by name the seagulls caught in flight overhead.

If these conditions are not met, time will stay stopped forever...

Responses to Photo Prompt #3

The first photo I am responding to came from mybabyjohn/Delores at thefeatherednest.

Flash Fiction 50 words.

He was longed for and missed, that is clear.  Stone angels have never been cheap or quick to install.  He left the world at or before he came into it.  No name, no dates.  And now he is alone in the graveyard.  Leaving him alone must have hurt so much.

The second was from Susan Kane at thecontemplativecat (isn't that a brilliant blog name).

Old barns are romantic.  Old barns have charm.  People spend small fortunes converting old barns into homes for themselves rather than for the animals or fodder of the original design.  

How many of these old barns would have got a second look when they were strictly utilitarian?  It seems that the charm and the romance only begin when the door to the barn has been shut, and the horse has long since bolted. 

PS:  I am not immune to the charm of an old barn, with its mellow colours and the links to bygone days.

And the final one was prompted by this photo I put up.

'How could she!

I just don't believe it.

It was bad enough that she did it,

 it was worse that she had no shame and talked about it.

And now:

Now she has paid someone to put up a sign about it.

In a spot where my friends will walk every day.

I am so humiliated.

I will have to leave town.'