AnElephantCant hide his pleasure
He hopes you all agree
He is happiest afloat
On a big sturdy boat
Although on the docks he can be all at sea
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to see some great stories by some great writers.
But please read AnElephant’s short piece first.
Because why else did you come here?
He gazes out across the docks where he once worked.
He has not been here – home – for over forty years.
But he clearly remembers why he left.
She was a typist, pretty in her working skirt and blouse.
He was a stevedore, tough, wiry, strong.
Love at first sight?
Close enough for him to ignore the warnings.
She is Big Al’s girl.
Big Al was a legend on the docks.
A fighter among fighting men.
But youth triumphed over wisdom, love over caution.
One night, very late, he was walking home alone along the dark promenade.
He had just left her, they were to be married the next year.
He saw a figure approaching and knew immediately that it was Al.
He was unafraid, he could handle himself.
The first punch came from nowhere, left him sprawling, helpless.
He was barely aware of what followed, but wakened up hours later on the shingle beach twenty feet below.
He spent six weeks in hospital, then emigrated to Australia.
He never spoke to her again.
Nor did Big Al.