Here’s a little something for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction . The piece is supposed to be about 200 words somehow having something to do with the photo below. I’ve put a link to other stories for this prompt. Take a peek 🙂
Thanks to Joe Owens for hosting this challenge.
When Peacocks Danced (200 words)
Sam and I lived up at Whitmore Gulch; on the ocean side of the Santa Cruz Mountains, near Half Moon Bay. We were herbalists. Our land had just produced the best crop of Lavender we’d had in over a decade. Lavender scented and colored everything around us.
“Is your cell phone charged?” I sensed the worry in my husband’s voice and cupped his face between my hands.
“I’m only driving to San Francisco,” I assured him.
“For a friggin month?” Sam asked.
“For as long as it takes to finish my novel.”
Sam locked the door to the horse trailer. He whispered something into Mayebelle Horse’s ear and then turned to face me. He flung his arms wide open and turned round in a circle. “This is the most beautiful place in the world. What’s wrong with finishing your novel here?”
Peacocks strutted across the lawn squawking; the males opening their colorful tails in a lover’s dance. The dog ran down from the porch barking.
I pointed to the unfolding scene.
“You don’t think it’s gonna be noisy in San Francisco?” Sam asked.
I called Sam every day, just around the time the peacocks would be dancing.
photo prompt © Joe Owens 2015