I was tagged to take part in this Tell the Story challenge by the lovely I
The Warmth and Compassion of Angels
here is the picture provided:
Laying there in the soft sand, the sun beating down on his bare skin, he couldn’t help feel the power of the sun. He had liberally smeared his upper torso with suncream, to the point where he now looked like a ghost. He enjoyed the feel of the suns warmth but he was adamant he wasn’t going to end up with sunburn. Not this time.
This was a far cry from the dark, dingy rainy streets of London, where he had lived most of his life. He worked hard and this was now his reward. It had been a bit of a chore to find the right Island to buy, but he’d found one eventually and now he was content to live out the rest of his life in the sun.
Just then, he woke up. Someone was standing over him, blocking the sun. An affable voice said, “Are you OK?”
“Erm, yes I’m OK, I just fell asleep.” It was a sunny day on Brighton beach but the wind still made it too cold to lay out in without something to block the wind.
The fellow still stood there hovering over him.
“Look, I’m sorry but you’ll have to move, this is my spot, you see. I’m the Punch and Judy man and this is where I set up my show.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He got up and walked carefully over the cobbled beach back to his bed and breakfast. As he crossed the road, he couldn’t help think about the lovely feeling he’d had, laying on his own private island somewhere in the Caribbean. “Well, I can dream, can’t I?” he thought to himself.
I am not going to pass on this challenge this time, because this is the third one I’ve done in the past couple of days and I don’t want to be a nuisance.
However, if you’re reading this and you’d like to take part in a picture challenge, then you may want to click on this link to another picture challenge that I am hosting, in collaboration with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith.
Have a nice Weekend everyone 🙂
FOWC with Fandango — Affable