Sunday, November 15, 2015

The Narrator

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. Here are my 205!

As acting jobs go, this has to be the oddest I've undertaken. I can see you looking for me. Hello, I’m over here – on the wall - the white carved face!
I stand very still on a platform behind the set and poke my head through this hole. It’s a funny role. I stay dead still, only speaking when the stage is empty between scenes. According to the programme, I am The Narrator. On page five, see?

My make up takes ages. And it itches. I can’t have a scratch though, so I suffer in stillness. One day, I sneezed and an ear fell off. You should have heard the laughter!

I watch the audience. They smile, they frown, they cry, they eat sweets. There was someone in the front row eating chocolate cake the other day. My mouth watered – literally. I dribbled like a gargoyle.

At the end of the play, the actors link hands and bow. I don’t. I continue to stand there stony faced. Then they part in the middle, turn, and point at me. I smile.

So, another performance over! I’ll get this muck off my face and meet you in the pub in ten. Mine's a Stones on ice!



  1. Amusing piece, Keith, well done.

  2. I enjoyed that :-) Loved the drink at the end as well

  3. I wish I could meet you at the pub! Well done.

  4. Awesome. You have a wonderful imagination.