There was just enough room for them both at the end of the jetty.

The boy had popped into existence, occupying the space beside her. She hadn’t realised how empty it was until he was there, filling it all up. It was almost enough to make her forget that her feet were submerged in the murky lake. Almost.

‘Now lay back,’ he said. Faith didn’t protest. What else would he convince her to do? Maybe he wasn’t even real, maybe he was a wizard holding some magic power over her, maybe he was here to tell her she’d been accepted to Hogwarts.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


I may have cheated slightly this week. This beautiful photo reminded me so much of my work-in-progress that I adapted a section of it. I just couldn’t get it out of my head!

This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.



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