Umbrellas

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Umbrellas

Umbrellas –

As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.

The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.

Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.

It was the beginning to the closure.

But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.

They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.

Excuse me

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Excuse Me

Excuse me –

‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’

There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’

Again, no response and no more questions were asked.

The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.

But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?

boat slip

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

boat slip

boat slip –

He informed her: ‘I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Well, what can I say; this is the address they gave me.’

They both were distraught and tiredness was wearing them down.

The address was correct, it was the correct marina, but what was the boat slip number?  There should have been more information given to them at the time, but nobody offered the information they needed.  The slip number was needed and no one knew it.  As they walked amongst the boats, they knew their efforts would be futile.

He again informed her: ‘We need the boat slip.  I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Yes dear, I know that.  Now let’s go!’

all is not lost

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

all is not lost

all is not lost –

The gentle crashing of the waves against the rocks brought a feeling of comfort.  The days were long and the nights even longer, but when the sun was full, the waves would again brush the landscape that was now his home.

The time alone brought solitude and the knowing of the unknown future brought a sense on insanity.

Who would know he is here?

Would efforts be made to save him from his paradise?

It wasn’t that far, for the distance exposed the civilization.

But still no one knew he was there.

But the waves that filled his days, were there once again as a gentle reminder that all is not lost.

Dank

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Dank

Dank –

Once again alone, Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?  He had forgotten when the last he saw them.  And how did he get left behind?

It seems like yesterday, but no it was already a couple of seasons ago, they were all here on their trek to the south, to the warmer climate.  Dank as usual would not stay with the group, but instead go exploring the surroundings.  He had been there before, but still the exploring brought new exciting adventures.  It only took 1 exciting adventure and they left and he was left behind alone.

Now it was time.  Would they come back this way?  Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?

The Request

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

The Request

The Request –

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

‘I speak, but no one listens.’

‘I have this itch, and I am unable to reach it.  With my extremities buried I am unable to scratch it, can you help?’

As usual there was no response to the request.  As usual they would walk by, take photos and leave.  The request was never heard and the itch continued and additional requests were made in vain.  Sadness wore on the face as time continued and no response was received.  Suddenly out of nowhere, there was the relieve, the request would not go without a response.  It emerged out of the sand with a hand, the scratching would take place and the itch would be gone.

‘Oh, thank you my friend.’

‘Without you my days of agony would have continued.’

There was no response from that which had emerged out of the sand.

‘Hey, can you hear me?’

Sleepy Head

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

sleepy-head

Sleepy Head –

I thought the conversation was good and full of interesting topics of discussion.  As we continued, the drinks were poured and consumed and laughter was filling the area as we were having a great time.  And then it happened, once again it happened.

It does not matter where or when or how or why; it just happens.  No matter sun or rain, cold or hot, the results are always the same.  I predicted it and then it became so.

So, what is the reason for the slumber, the sleepy head?

The loquacious BBQ guest

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

the-loquacious-bbq-guest

The loquacious BBQ guest –

The evening BBQ started with beer, wine or other beverages of choice and pleasant conversation amongst the guest.  As the sun begin its decent into the horizon and the beverages continued to flow, so did the conversations.  But there is always that one, you know the one that hogs the conversations and makes it all about themselves.  But, I can’t help it, I like to talk about me and my advocacy toward the destruction of those like me to aid in one’s appearance.   The belts, the handbags and really the shoes?  Please, do we really need to talk about the shoes?  So yes, the drinking continued and I kept the conversations about me and the others and you felt it was enough.  So, you have the audacity to call the authorities and have me arrested?  And then the unthinkable, the tape started and I became muffled….

Mrmph mmmrpph mmmrrrmph

The day’s end

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the-days-end

The day’s end –

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

A solitude of sorts was making its way amongst those and their efforts.

For the day’s end is fast approaching and another night fall will be upon them.

The results of the day’s events would be appreciated as their efforts would not be in vain.

At the sun’s set and the water’s calm.

They would retire and withdraw their crafts and rest before returning for another day.

Argent Match

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

argent-match

Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.