Welcome to the Friday Fictioneers Challenge of writing a story 100 words, or less, based on the photo prompt. Thanks once again to the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge. Curious, click her name to get all the rules, join our group, post your own story.
This weeks photo was provided by Dale Rogerson. Remember all photo’s are the property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers. They should not be used for any other purpose without express permission.
Now look closely and you will see me doing my happy dance. After a few weeks of being over the word count, this weeks story is a sleek 99 words.
Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.
The waves are a siren song luring us to the beach.
We strolled hand in hand, the ocean licking her long-tanned legs, the moonlight turning her blond hair into a halo. A simple touch and my skin was on fire.
Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.
The waves erased our footprints. We were fleeting. She would break my heart. I stroked her delicate neck. She would be gone without a trace.
Wisssh-ahhh, wisssh-ahhh.
“Henry, Henry!” After 45 years, the shrill voice was painfully familiar. I struggled to hold onto my nymph.
“Henry, wake up you’re going to burn to a crisp.”
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Cindy
Great write.
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Thanks.
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I had to hunt for the comments, but I didn’t want to leave without saying how much I enjoyed this. Old dude frying on the beach having a young man’s dream. Great stuff 🙂
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Thanks, glad you persisted. Ever happier you enjoyed the story,
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Nothing like a shrill voice to rudely awaken one from such a lovely dream….
Loved this!
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Thanks Dale.
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Love the ending! Great story!
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Thanks Amie.
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Nice little tale with a cold splash of reality. Sweet dream pinched by a crab. 🙂
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Glad you liked it Christine.
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Aw, poor guy, there he is trying to have a nice dream… 🙂
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Glad you liked the story.
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Sirens get such a bad press.They just have hard to meet needs
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That’s one way to see it.
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Great story with a cracking ending, made me smile
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Thanks Michael. I don’t usually do a funny story, so I’m glad this worked.
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Life has a way of constantly intruding on our dreams, doesn’t it? Nice job here.
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Sometimes more then necessary. Thanks for dropping by.
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Dear Cindy,
The dream was nice while it lasted. 😀 Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
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Love a good ending… of course it sounded too good to be true… i almost felt it could tie to the selkie myth
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Embarrassed to say I had to look up the Selkie myth but now that I did I can see that this could add a new dimension and depth to my story.
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Funny for us but not for the poor man getting sunburned. In this case, it was good his wife woke him. Good writing, Cindy. 😀 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. Glad you dropped by and left a comment.
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“Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, each one she passes goes ‘ah'”
–The Girl from Ipanema
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Only in his dreams. 😦
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Ha ha! no chance that the nymph was his wife 45 years ago? what a shame. And he woke up with sunburnt skin too. Entertaining story.
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Thanks Fatima, glad you liked the story,
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