I See…

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

You’ll never believe when I tell you—no, I can’t; I won’t; it doesn’t matter—describing isn’t the point. The point is: I can finally see. 

Sight should be the basic starting point, but it wasn’t. Eyes clouded, I spun myself sick, running round and round, saying I was growing, while secretly knowing I wasn’t. Not an inch. My goals were in reach, but I couldn’t see them. I nodded nicely to nothingness, pretending the emperor had clothes, shushed from infancy into believing what others told me. 

But here on this hill, peering across ages and oceans, my vision appeared.


As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

The Magic of Sea Life

Many thanks once again to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Moved by the prompt photo? Come on by and write your own 100 words…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Magic of Sea Life

It isn’t the weather I miss when I’m inland; it’s the ambiance. The whole experience. The chatter —powerful yet subtle—between sea, sand, and any visitor who happens to have a listening ear. 

The water, salty on my throat and sweet on my toes, teases me as the sand drains from my soul everything grimy and dark. Like a sewage suction truck, it pulls the stresses of life through my pores and captures them in its tiny granules. What happens there? I suspect the ugly is composted, like food scraps, into peace. 

Where else would the calm come from?