I spotted these people fishing the day away on a recent visit to Clevedon, near Bristol. I’m always intrigued by the satisfaction fisher folk seem to gain from the quietness and the water and skies they gaze into. Part of me wonders if the catch is secondary – just the excuse.

What do you think these people are really up to? What are their aims for the day, opposed to what they tell their families? Are they really competing to catch the biggest fish? And, even more intriguing, is that actually a hula hoop in the lower lefthand corner?

Write a story puzzling it out.

If you turn this into a short story, or know the real answers to these questions, I’d love to know. Just send an email to Judy(at)socket creative.com. You could see your words published on SkyLightRain.com.

Sometimes I’ll happen across something entirely unexpected and delightful, such as this tree hung with vivid ribbons of cloth.

I’ve no idea what prompted someone, or perhaps a group of someones, to adorn a patch of woodland in this way. The fact the ribbons themselves seem torn from vibrant, possibly hand-dyed, fabric is even more intriguing. What ritual was carried out here? What do the ribbons symbolise? Whose garment was shredded, and why? Did they have to run home naked?

Write a story from this, and send it my way!

If you turn this into a short story, or know the real answers to these questions, I’d love to know. Just send an email to Judy(at)socket creative.com. You could see your words published on SkyLightRain.com.