PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
‘What the hell are they?’
My husband bustled through the front door, snow swirling with him. He’s carrying two orb-shaped lights on iron rods in his hands.
‘They’re Christmas decorations. I thought they’d look good in living room, on the wall. You know… to create an ambience.’
‘An ambience of what? The backstreets of London in the nineteenth century?’
I can’t suppress a giggle. Honestly, what was he thinking?
By 9pm we’re sat watching TV, Dickensian style. The orbs produce a dull orange glow, but then start to flicker.
‘Where did you say you got them?’
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.