I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please ). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.
Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.
P. S. I found this article with real photographs from old 1870s London. The photographer made a collection to encompass poverty at the time. I found this one particularly captivating. I wonder what they were all thinking!
The earrings sparkled. I reached out to touch it. “Don’t!” my mother snapped. The shopkeeper was a man with a thick beard. He watched me with his beady eyes.
“I don’t mind if you touch, sweetie. But it’s best to listen to your mother.”
I nodded. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I kept my hands behind my back. I wanted to look like I didn’t care anymore. But they were so pretty. I wondered what kind of woman would wear such jewels.
“How many daughters do you have?” the man asked. My mother shot him a look of disgust. She had always talked ill of this shopkeeper. I had always wondered why? Was he a thief? His brother kept staring at me. I backed away from the table and held onto my mother’s dress.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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