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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THE LETTER

 

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This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–July 17th, 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/2016/07/17/sunday-photo-fiction-july-17th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

 THE LETTER by P.S. Joshi

Constance was cleaning out her parent’s attic. Her mother had told her to get things not worth keeping ready to go to the thrift shop.

In her grandmother’s old trunk she found a letter and picture her grandfather had sent back to her during WWII. He’d lost his life on D-Day while landing on the beach in France.

“My dearest Florence,” it began, “I’m writing this before I get on board the landing craft. The chaplain has given us a blessing as some of us may not live through this. I’ll give him the letter so he can post it when possible. Some of the other guys are doing the same.

“This may be the last chance I have to tell you how much I love you. I’ve kept your picture with me. I’ll also give that to the chaplain to enclose in the letter if I don’t make it. You’ll see how creased it’s become from my carrying it with me. It made me feel like you were always there with me.

“Take care of our little girl and tell her about me. I wish I could have seen her just once.

All my love, Jack”

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My Deepest Sympathy

To all who have lost loved ones in the recent horrific action of a truck driver in Nice, France, I offer my deepest sympathy.

I cannot fathom the hate, the twisted mind of the man who set out to kill and gravely injure so many people leaving so many others to suffer.

What started as a celebration ended as a black mark on the history of Nice, France, and the world. This has been added to too many other black moments in history.

I can only come to the conclusion this hate has its roots in poverty and lack of a proper education ending in wars and hatred, a lack of humanity. The very word “humanity” is meant to mean humans being kind to other humans. When there’s a lack of it, humans behave worse than wild animals. Indeed, wild animals often show more kindness than humans. Most of them don’t kill out of hatred.

—- Suzanne Joshi

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A WEIGHTY PROBLEM

 

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Photo Copyright: Marcy B. Ayanian

This is my contribution for this week’s Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100-150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. This week, both the picture and first sentence were contributed by Marcy B. Ayanian. Thanks, Marcy.

Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories by group members. The link for all other stories this week is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/09/07/mondays-finish-the-story-sept-7th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 3+22+150=175 Words

A WEIGHTY PROBLEM by P.S. Joshi

 

As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards, and remembered Jean Pierre. (Marcy B. Ayanian)

There was a low growl. Margo clutched her stomach, the commentator stopped, the sound man checked his equipment, and the director yelled, “Cut.”

Margo gazed down at the director. “Larry, I’m famished.”

He winced, “Okay, Margo just a quick snack. We’re behind schedule.”

That evening, Claude Lamier called his agent. “John, how can I work with theese Margo? She is always eating. She will gain so much weight the horse will begin complaining.”

“Now Claude, just remember, Margo Digery also carries a lot of weight with the director. It’ll be a boost to your career to work with her.”

“John, I am the big star in France, and people will get to know me here also.”

“Not if Margo won’t work with you, so calm down.”

The next day on the set Margo tried to climb up, and the horse, Old Hoofer, galloped off the set.

Larry shouted, “Cut!”

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