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.'