Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017

This week’s photo for the prompt is provided by Eric Wiklund
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Thought Process

Eight year old Hester sat quietly with her hands clasped in her lap.
It was perfect, right down to the eleven stools and fallen log.
Such accuracy, not a single detail had been overlooked.
Harold was stunned.
‘But she’s never been there!’
The doctor turned to Hester and asked if she knew this place.
She didn’t react and continued to look straight ahead.
Doctor Harris then asked Harold where it was.
‘A park close to my grandparents house. It’s not there anymore.’

Hester suddenly stood and taking pen and paper began to draw.
The picture was a farmhouse with cows in one field and two horses frolicking in another.
Doctor Harris almost fainted.
It was her childhood home. She knew it from the intricate detail on the horses, the brand mark easily identifiable on their flanks.
The thought had only fleetingly entered her mind, and Hester had picked up on it.
The child looked up and smiled at them both, her braced teeth glinting in the consulting room lights.
They knew she knew what they were thinking.

177 words.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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17 Responses to Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017

  1. Elizabeth says:

    Great take on the prompt, love your imagination.

  2. I found it quietly creepy.

  3. Reena Saxena says:

    Leaves a lot to the imagination. Past life regression?

  4. Sally says:

    Ooh, eerie but very believable.

  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Wonderful. Creepy, but also a superpower I would like to have 🙂

  6. Something odd going on here! Nice one.

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  7. Hester is damn scary. Now I am imagining her drawing that farmhouse for Dr. Harris, and a dead body lying there, with the doctor standing over it 🙂

  8. Ooh, a child born with telepathy. I don’t think I’d want to know what everyone was thinking. There can be plusses and minuses to that ability. Good writing, Pensitivity. 🙂 — Suzanne

  9. Eek. I know how terrifying that would be. But think of the crimefighting possibilites. Great story

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