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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DAD AND FRANCE

Street scene in Dijon, France

Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Here we are again this week. Today we’re sitting in a small virtual cafe on a street in Dijon, France. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a 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 supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks again Sandra. To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/17-july-2015/

Genre: Nonfiction

Word Count: 100 Words

DAD AND FRANCE by P.S. Joshi

The only thing connecting our family with France was Dad’s WWI navy service.

He was already in the U.S. Navy when the country entered the war. He was assigned to a battleship that had been refitted to carry troops from New York City to Brest, France. They made that round trip many times during the war, then afterward to bring the troops home.

He had a girlfriend in New York who asked him to bring her some real French perfume. The next time he came back, he’d forgotten, so bought her French perfume in New York. She never found out.

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