Time again for Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction. A weekly photo prompt to generate 100 – 200 words of creative fiction based on each weeks photo. Another of the prompts that’s easily addictive. Get yourself over and have a go.
The first pebble represented wealth; Jenny rolled it in her palm running her thumb and forefinger over the smooth patena.
The second represented truth; she clutched it in her palm and sealed her fingers tightly round the stone.
The third was knowledge; knowing too much was what had brought her on this holiday.
The fourth was compassion; she skimmed over it without picking it up.
The fifth was forgiveness; she hesitated but skimmed past that one as well.
The sixth was renewal; she picked it up and passed it back and forth between each hand.
The seventh was the future; it sat in her outstretched palm, the rough edges seeming to burn into her skin. She dropped it back into the sand as if it had been on fire.
“What a load of crap” she blistered, pushing past the others and the strange little monk who’d been showing them around. She went back to the coach muttering about a waste of money and time. A tiny bead of sweat slipped down her forehead, then another and another. She opened her hand to scratch the itch that was driving her mad, and a faint hint of orange spread across her palm. Letters slowly formed in her skin, K I L L E R.
She thought of her husband Jeff, buried under the patio with a 10inch steak knife in his back. Her hand got suddenly warmer.
helen midgley 
Interesting at the beginning, enjoyable tale and then wham!!! LOVE IT! Delicious twist.
Creepy cool!
Oh brilliant Helen. I love that 😀 Evil woman, always a fantastic study 😉
I really love this, very clever and I didn’t see the end coming.
Spooky twist at the end! Nicely done. 🙂
Haha you always manage to not give an expected ending x