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:
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/11/27-november-2015/
I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving Day has a great one.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
WAITING FOR SAILS By P.S. Joshi
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.”
There are spouses who are truly that devoted
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Thanks, Larry. He was probably her whole life, and she just can’t move on. Deep down, she may know he’s not returning, but she can’t face it. Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day. — Suzanne
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Well done Suzanne. You sort of used the photo and brought it to a “What if.” Or that’s how my what if exercise works for me — I often begin with a photo. And this picture is truly lovely. Mega hugs
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Well told, Suzanne. I think that happens often when the fate of a loved one is unknown.
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Thanks, Diana. I’m so pleased you liked the story. I would guess some never give up hope. —- Suzanne
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true love means never giving up hope. Nice story
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Thanks, S. Yes, many never give up hope. I’m so plaesed you liked the story. — Suzanne
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i believe it was jane austen who said that she loves the longest when all hope is gone. that being said, i don’t blame the woman at all.
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Thanks, Plaridel. Yes, she’s hanging onto a thread of hope. It’s been a large part of her life for so long she can’t give it up. — Suzanne
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Dear Suzanne,
I feel for Mrs. Biction. Perhaps it’s time for her to move on with her life. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. Yes, it is time for her to move on, but she seems to not be able to do it. She has no doubt needed help she’s failed to get. I’m so pleased you liked the story. —- Suzanne
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The sadness of being too devoted.. and probably it’s too late to move on now. Great story
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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. 🙂 — Suzanne
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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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Thanks, Gah. It could very well be what she’s doing. People may not understand that this is her way of keeping his memory alive. This may be her way of holding on to the love they had. I’m so pleased you liked the story. — Suzanne
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A sad but beautiful story.
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Thanks, Sarah. I’m so glad you liked the story. I wanted to write a story that fit the lovely picture prompt. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Such faithfulness; such waste.
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Thanks, Mick. You’re right, it’s both. Unless of course it’s her way of holding onto his memory and love. — Suzanne
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A lovely story of faithfulness. Well done, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Sandra. It is lovely. Perhaps it is just her way of keeping his memory. I’m so pleased you liked the story. It was such a beautiful picture. — Suzanne
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Very sad, poor Mrs Bicton can’t let go.
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Thanks, Ali. It is sad unless it’s just her way of remembering him and his love. If she can’t let go she might need help. It’s not good to live too much in the past though. — Suzanne
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Neat story, Suzanne
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Thanks, C.E. I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Oh, this is so poignant! I want more of this story.
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Thanks, Ibeth. I’m so glad you liked the story. Sometime I may write more. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Wish you would. Loved the character. Please send me link if you do.
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🙂
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Ah, now that’s love. Or maybe she’s just mad that she can’t scold him for being so late for dinner. Never test a woman’s patience. 😉
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Thanks, Voice. You may have a point, although twenty years is a bit more than late. It sounds like something out of Dickens. 😀 — Suzanne
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Well, that’s dedication for you. Sad, too. She must miss him very much. Great story and well told, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Amy. Yes, she misses him, and possibly finds it difficult to move on, so it’s sad. I appreciate your praise for the story. — Suzanne
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Quite believable. I know a few like Mrs. Bicton.
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Thanks, Yarnspinnerr, Yes, it happens. —Suzanne
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A little sad but charming at the same time.
Lily
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Thanks, Lily. I’m so glad you liked the story 🙂 — Suzanne
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That’s dedication…hope her devotion is rewarded!
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Thanks, Erin. Actually, her life will remain the same if she doesn’t get help. Deep down she probably realizes that. — Suzanne
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Not getting any official closure must be the hardest thing to live through.
I don’t know just how long I would wait…
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Thanks, Dale. It would be difficult. I guess it would depend on the person. I don’t know who long I’d wait either. — Suzanne
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Great piece of folklore. Fortunately fiction only.
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Thanks Patrick. I’m so pleased you liked the story. Thanks for the great complement. Yes, fortunately it’s only a story in this case. 🙂 — Suzanne
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A well written tale, Suzanne. That explains the worn path up the mountain side.
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Thanks, Russell. I didn’ t notice the worn path. I don’t know why. I went back and saw it. Yes, my story would explain..what it’s doing there, 🙂 — Suzanne
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Lovely but sad story of devotion. I don’t feel she has moved on. 🙂
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Thanks, Susan. You’re probably right. She’s had great difficulty moving on with her life. I’m so glad you liked the story. — Suzanne
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The heart waits and hopes, long past reason. Lovely, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Dawn. Yes, that often happens. I’m so pleased you liked the story, Dawn. 🙂 — Suzanne
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You always put so much heart into your stories, how could I not like them! xo
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Thanks, Dawn, for that great complement. You do the same with your stories. 🙂 — Suzanne
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That is so touching. Nicely done, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Lore. I’m so glad you felt the emotion and liked the story —- Suzanne
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Sad tale. Yet that temporary amnesia that gives her hope that he will back is probably keeping her alive. Good one.
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Thanks, Ansumani. I hadn’t thought of amnesia, but that could be a factor. However, after twenty years, I doubt it’s all that temporary any more. —- Suzanne
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