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Write a story that is exactly six sentences in length.
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This week’s prompt word: ‘YARD’
The old fisherman sat on the wrought iron and bleached-wood bench overlooking the commercial docks. Permanently land-bound, age and infirmity achieving what neither ocean nor weather could, he stood watch over the deserted boat yard. From first light he sat, as un-moving as the hulks of damaged and abandoned boats that lined the far edge of the shell-white parking lot; the call from just past the horizon becoming more faint with each day. He would stare down the morning sun until, content in its own nature, it would set in the west; only then would he slowly stand and walk away. Against his back, the chance evening breeze might press, an echo of the hearty slap of fellow sailors, returned once more from sea. Like the lettering on an old ships’ stern, their names and faces grew faint, yet he knew that provided the sun rose, his duty was to stand watch until he might join them again.
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So much imagery in this. Age and infirmary will get ya every time!
there ain’t no beating the enemy of old age
Nice. I’m there, in that shell white parking lot…
A poignant piece indeed.
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thank you, Keith
Very descriptive piece, not only in the visual nature of the place, but also in the character of the man.
Very much in my mind as I wrote
Nothing can take the sea out of the man, can it?
Personally, I agree.
I hope he is still able to remember what once was, but if not, perhaps the scene calms his soul as he waits to join his friends.
So do I but it is his world and I choose to believe that (that) would provide some peace.
I am so sad for this landlocked lover of the sea. It should not be this way. :-(
An apt picture of age and infirmary. Beautifully etched imagery.
thanks, neel!