Pink house and cliff

Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Here we are again, another week. This time we’re sitting on virtual beach chairs on a virtual beach in West Bay, Dorset. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented artist and author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers, and the challenge this week, and every week, is for each of us to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Sandra Crook. Thanks, Sandra.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:


I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving Day has a great one.

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


We had moved to West Bay in Dorset, a beautiful location.

I soon noticed a middle aged woman climbing to the top of the cliff almost every day the weather permitted.

At first I thought she was just getting exercise, but then became curious. I asked about it in the village.

“Oh, the storekeeper said, “That’s Mrs. Bicton. Her husband went sailing and hasn’t come back. She watches for the sails of his boat to appear.”

“How long ago did he go sailing?” I asked.

“Well,” a clerk said, “It’s been about twenty years now, give or take a few.”




Written Act of Kindness Award


56 thoughts on “WAITING FOR SAILS

    • Thanks, Teagan. This lovely photo was sent in by a member of the writing group, Sandra Crook, who lives in the UK. Members send in pictures, and Rochelle chooses one each week as a prompt. I love writing for the group as it keeps my mind, my imagination, working. I guess it is a “What if” kind of process. I’m so pleased you liked the story. Mega hugs to you also. I hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving Day. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Bjorn. It is sad when someone can’t resolve grief and move on. They need help, but often don’t get it. The thread of hope and grief has become part of her life now. I’m glad you liked the story so much. That’s quite a complement. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


  1. The Clerk says, people say… they think she watches for his sails, they think she hasn’t moved on. Perhaps all she does is keeping the memory alive, and what better way to walk up to a place where she can see the sea which her husband obviously loved. Other people visit the graves of their loved ones every day, and nobody wonders. She doesn’t have a grave to go to. People can hold on to love and memory, and still move on. Beautiful story, Suzanne.


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