Flash Fiction based on a photograph prompt? An inspired idea. Here is my attempt for this week based on the photo below.
Bob rocked the chair gently on his rickety old porch watching and waiting. He knew it would come. It always came. He lifted the whisky to his old cracked lips and sipped slowly, hot liqueur burning a sticky trail down his throat, a warm glow lingering in its wake. His creased hand shook softly as he lowered it to his lap, the first beginnings of old disease creeping into his worn-down shell. The body that had served him so well for so many years would not have to serve him much longer. He watched the flickering glow creep silently onto the mountain. It was time.
[Photograph writing prompt taken from: http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/the-western-sky-100-words/]