Photo Copyright: Al Forbes
This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 13th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.
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Genre: Speculative Fiction
Word Count: 200 Words
OLD MAN’S STORY by P.S. Joshi
It had been a boring evening at the Sea Lanes Yacht Club. My wife was enjoying herself gabbing to friends but I was bored.
I decided to stroll down to the beach and get some fresh air. There was a breeze and I could smell the salt. This was my element, not the stuffy club atmosphere.
It wasn’t quite dark yet. I looked toward the horizon and saw a large ship. It looked like a battleship but how could it be? This was 1980.
An old man came strolling down to join me.
“You watchin’ for ships? Didn’t expect to see that battleship didja'”
I turned toward him. “You mean to tell me that is a battleship? Where on earth did it come from? Is it a tourist attraction?”
“No sir, no sir. That’s the Newport. It shows up sometimes on nights like this. Went down in 1918 on its way back from France. Troop carrier it was. A torpedo hit it and it limped toward New York but never made it. Some men were lost.”
A cold chill swept through me. I studied him. “Are you trying to tell me that’s a ghost ship?”
“Ain’t tryin’. I’m just tellin.'”