This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less with a beginning, middle and end using the picture prompt below. My story follows the picture prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
The rain poured down on the wet tiles that lined the paths between the ornate buildings in this small hamlet in Cambodia. He had been traveling for months, and he was starting to feel the effects of the heat and humidity. There was piped water in the kitchen; gas and electricity were but dreams of the locals. The smell this time of year is so fetid that he almost faints every morning when he must cross the main hall to get to the common prayer area.
He took a deep breath. He knew he would never forget this place.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Great picture painted with words. Almost like being there, thankful to NOT be there!
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There is a distinct atmosphere in this piece. Feels like the start of a novel.
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Such vivid writing Danny good one 🙌
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The sense of smell is pungent here.
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You put us there. Can you get me a cold cloth please?
Tracey
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Coming right up!
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Gracias
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Yes, who can ever forget the smell of a humid rotten vegetation and the mould, oh the ever present mould.
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Thanks for that!
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Nice descriptions. I can almost taste it. Well done.
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Thank you.
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I need a deep breath now! Stenchelent!
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🤣
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I feel faint just reading this. Well done, DJ!
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My pleasure bb
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There are some places forever etched in memory that we wish were but wisps of air… hopefully clean air. Great story.
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Thanks for the nice comment.
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For possibly all the wrong reasons.
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Yup!
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Nicely atmospheric
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Can almost taste this. Nicely done.
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Many thanks.
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