This week's photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller's Abode. Thank you Louise!
Maurice dug her heels into the moist grains of fine textured sand
as she unwrapped the lettuce-tuna sandwiches.
"It is going to be a lovely
day", gushed Edward. They had packed straw hats, sunscreen lotions, a pair
of clothes, towels to make most of the salubrious weather. Two bottles of lemonade,
baked Alaskan cake and sandwiches sat snugly in their duffel bag to satiate
their hunger pangs to stretch till evening.
Fifteen year old Janice played Frisbee as the breeze aided her endeavour. Little Ron built an impregnable castle digging a moat around it while
their parents kept a hawk-like vigil on them.
Away from this picturesque situation, under the blue awning a
devious mind was plotting akin to a droid. The man dressed in Armani suit and a
diamond studded watch seems incongruous with the surroundings. He doffed his
hat, an action that seemed innocuous but was a signal to an insidious action.
The subaltern sidekick nodded and aimed.
The blood stained the moist sand grains. With a piercing cry,
orphaned Janice and Ron’s legs carried them towards the disaster. The half
eaten sandwiches were strewn on the beach.
The Gun Control Lobby was poorer without its crusaders.
King Midas tried to shake his daughter violently hoping to infuse life into her gold metallic body but alas, the golden pupils stared back at him lifelessly.
His working hours extended into evenings and slowly nights too consumed him. The CEO hardly saw his little daughter and she desperatelywished his presence on her birthdays, school meetings and dance competitions. He knew she would hug and kiss him today and he would not disappoint her and he had ordered her favourite chocolate cake. She didn't wish him on Father's Day and the cake lay untouched on the dining table. The teen's changed taste left a bad taste in the father's mouth.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about trading. It can be the profession of old or of modern day traders on Wall Street. It can be trading places or lunches at school. What is traded? Is it a fair deal or a dupe? Trade away and go where the prompt leads you. “World peace is the need of the hour”, she mouthed and a thunderous applause deafened the stadium.
She adorned the sparkling tiara, as the curve of her lips
Uneasiness lies in the head that wears the crown, Mrs. Ruth’s
words buzzed in her head.
Her new itinerary made her travel through various time
******************** The little fingers generously
dug into the sinful chocolate.
The anorexic frame balancing the crown bent down to kiss the
orphaned cheeks while television screens beamed her actions.
“Will you trade places for a day?” begged the Miss Universe.