Kreative Kue 210 asked for submissions based on this photograph:
John W Howell is the author of the John Cannon trilogy of My GRL, His Revenge, Our Justice and Circumstances of Childhood, co-author of The Contract, and blogs at Fiction Favorites.
The Lesson by John W. Howell © 2019
“Now my son. It is time you learned the ways of the sea.”
“Ways of the sea? What do you mean Papa?”
“Soon you will be a man and the duty of providing for your family will fall to you.”
“I don’t have a family except for you, Mama, and sister.”
“There will be a time when you will take a spouse, my son.”
“That is a long way off I hope.”
“Yet that time will come. And then you will have children.”
“Wait, Papa. I don’t want to rush into anything.”
“Just so you are prepared to be able to provide for them it is time we begin your lessons of the sea.”
“Can we hurry. I have a baseball game this afternoon.”
“The first lesson is very brief, my son.”
“Are you sure we need to begin this future life thingy now?”
“The mysteries of the sea will take years to learn. There is no time like the present to begin.”
“Very well, Papa. I will try to do my best. What is the first lesson?”
“Now you make me very proud, my son. My heart is bursting with my love for you.”
“Thank you, Papa. What do I need to know first?”
“See the water, my son. It is filled with millions of fishes and other good things to eat. If you know its ways, you can live a fine life from its bounty.”
“I love to eat fish, Papa.”
“So here is the first thing you need to know.”
“You have my attention.”
“Take this, my son.”
“Your phone Papa?”
“Yes. Dial 210-555-5555.”
“Okay now what?”
“Tell them this is a pickup for four orders of the deep-fried fish and chips with cole slaw.”
And this from Kristian, who blogs regularly at Tales from the mind of Kristian.
A Picture by the Sea Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/March/2019
I took a picture of you,
Standing in the sea,
the water lapping at your feet,
as you smiled up at me.
Those days were simply perfect,
Though we didn’t know it then,
That life, as often happens,
Would change and change again.
Not long after the picture was taken,
I said farewell to you,
I watched you sail from my life
I cried for a week or two.
That seems a lifetime ago,
In many ways it was,
Our lives have drifted far apart,
And I’m to blame, because,
I left those words unspoken,
I didn’t tell you how I felt,
And that’s why our lives were broken
By the bitter hand, fate dealt.
Each and every day I wander,
By the water’s edge, I lurk,
Gazing at the sea that took you
Into the darkness and the murk.
It’s here I took a picture of you,
Standing in that sea,
How I wish that here and now,
You were smiling next to me.
Meanwhile, my effort was:
I know that you’re trying to portray
This scene at the fag end of day
But I think that you might
Want what’s left of the light
So make haste, let’s have no more delay
The tide’s coming in rather fast
This photo may well be your last
Set me back on dry land
Plant my feet in the sand
Ere the beauteous moment has passed.
The sun is now sinking apace
It’s so dark you can scarce see my face
There will only, quite soon,
Be the weak light of moon
To attempt to illumine to the place.
It is forecast that in this locality
The moon will eclipse in totality
If it’s as I recall,
You won’t see me at all
Does your phone offer flash functionality?
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.