Friday Fictioneers – A Boat Trip

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT (C) TED STRUTZ

The boat trip

I snooped. I confess it. Was Marcus going on the boat trip? I get sea-sick and I wasn’t going to risk it if there was no hope of even a brief time together.

I followed him on board. But, oh dear, it was so windy, and the waves were choppy. Marcus leaned against the rail taking endless photographs.

‘Gosh, it’s breezy!’ I said.

‘Is it? I suppose it is.’

‘Do you fancy a coffee to warm up?’

His eyes focussed on me. He smiled, a friendly smile.

‘I’d enjoy that,’ he replied.

I swallowed, hard. Please, not seasickness – not now!

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45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – A Boat Trip

  1. Heh, nice little scheming here. If you want to be noticed by someone, some risk may be involved and there sure are worse things than getting seasick (although not many as embarrassing). Maybe s/he should take up photography and aks Marcus for advice?

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    • Thank you for your detailed comments, Gabi. I’m sure an interest in photography would appeal to Marcus. I love that you’ve noticed that I didn’t specify that the gender of the pursuer. It wasn’t intentional, but it opens up a whole new angle.

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