Friday Fictioneers is sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo prompt.
Photo copyright: Lara Mitchell
From the ledge beyond there was life.
Even the plant, the hideous and stinky gift-store plant, smelling like premature death and funeral homes showed its life force, shamelessly splayed stamens in full flowers, and tightly guarding others for future blooming. Cars teemed down the avenue; lights pulsed from office floors and street lamps.
He was drawn to all of it. If asked to explain his fixation at that ill-timed moment, he would struggle to find the words.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-beep.
He stood steadfast, unable to remove his eye. The picture blurred. The life set, but never recorded.