This week’s photo prompt is provided by Tim Livingston with the blog, The ForesterArtist. Thank you Tim for our photo prompt this week!
Archie pushed through the ferns, the fronds pleasantly scratchy on the backs of his hands. The light grew brighter as he walked on, the canopy of leaves thinning. Ahead was the LaSalle’s rust brown body, part masked by green, the tarpaulin that covered the hole in the roof shifting with the wind, imitating the sound of the sea.
A ham sandwich was warming in his pocket, a flask of tea cooling. Enid slept in an old car, but she still loved her morning cuppa. His eye was caught by movement, like a bird flapping broken wings. One of her National Geographics. Images of yellow sand dunes flashing with each twitch of the pages.
On the car’s dashboard was a flattened cigarette packet, a note scrawled on the inside.
Dear Archie, it’s time for me to go home. Something’s calling and I can’t ignore it longer. Take care of La Sally for me. Enid
He sat in the driver’s seat eating the sandwich, inhaling the scents of ham and rotting leather.