OLD MAN’S STORY

 

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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.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/11/13/sunday-photo-fiction-november-13th-2016/

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.'”

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21 thoughts on “OLD MAN’S STORY

    • Thanks, Ali. I don’t know if drinking more will help. I think he’s just seen his first ghost ship. My dad was stationed on one of those old battleships made into a troop carrier for WWI. They were fortunate enough to not get torpedoed. They made quite a few round trips. I’m pleased you liked the story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  1. Love this Suzanne. A ghost ship both scary and haunting but fascinating. We chose similar themes for our story, although my ghosts are a bit different. It’s sad to think those men are ghosts and haven’t found their rest after such trauma. Great write.

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