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 has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
The children screamed. The mother tapped the steering wheel as she waited for the bickering between children to cease. It didn’t. She turned around and yelled at them to stop and grow up. The whimpering six and eight year old continued to pull on the toy they both wanted to keep. The rain pelted against the window. The mother wanted the sun, she wanted summer to return. The children would be passed onto her ex-husband and she could enjoy the warming heat of the summer sun alone, in peace. The traffic was building up on the road and the children continued to shriek. With her nerves frayed she began smacking her hand against the horn.
– Ermisenda Alvarez