Sunday Photo Fiction: The Dance

“I feel like dancing.”147-03-march-13th-2016

“I’m busy.”

“Please . . . Pretty please.”

“Patience, my dear.”

She came and stood in front of him.

He looked up at her, at her adorable pouty face, her large sad dark eyes and shook his head. “Alright.”

He waved his hand. “There.”

She jumped with joy, gave him a big kiss on the cheek, said, “Thank you, Daddy,” and ran out of the room.

He stood at the window, watched as ominous green-gray storm clouds gathered and smiled as he watched Lightning dance across the sky.

It’s good to be the Storm God, he mused.

The End


Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.

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