Without wishing to sound like a broken record, my laptop is playing up. And yes, I mean my ‘new’ laptop, the one I got back in January to replace my ‘old’, slow, on-its-last-legs one, but which I am now using out of necessity.
Turns out that the new one has software and hardware issues. All I can say is thank goodness for Dropbox, on which all my writing and everything else is backed up (worth paying for all that extra storage online).
So, while my new laptop, complete with brand new Word is back at the manufacturer’s and so utterly useless to me for the time being, I am climbing the walls with frustration, but there it is. As always, I’ll do what I can with blogging, but just wanted to keep you posted (pun not intended).
Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, it’s time for another Flash Fiction and this week Charli gives us her beautiful photo along with her prompt, thus:
May 27, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story, using the above photo as a prompt. You can make it a garden party or an international spy thriller. Who is there and why? Does the backdrop scenery make an impact or is it ignored? The place is on an island, if you wish to make use of that. Go where the photograph leads you this week.
This is where the photo led me:
Georgia gazed across the lake and shivered, despite the warm breeze. Had it really been thirty years? What was he doing here? She knew that she would have to face him, but not today, not at Helen’s birthday party.
“Georgia, where are you?” called Helen through the trees.
“I was worried about you. Miles is asking after you.”
Helen didn’t know of course. Why would she? Georgia took two champagne flutes from the waiter’s tray and downed one.
“Georgia! How are you?”
“I’m good…I’ve written a book actually. About you.”
Miles blanched as Georgia downed her second glass.