For the last three years (apart from a break of a few weeks) one of my photos has been used as a prompt for Sunday Photo Fiction, but with changes to my circumstances, I am now taking donations for the challenge.
This week’s photo is the first of the donated ones.
If you want to have a go yourself, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image. If you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image, and if you want to donate a photo for the challenge, click on the photo submission image.
Perry And The Boat
Perry looked out at the boat anchored in the centre of the lake He eyed it as he had for the last seven days. The little boat behind it intrigued him. It was always in a different place even though there seemed to be nobody on the bigger boat.
He hired a small boat and prepared to row out to it and look for himself. The boat custodian tried to advise him against it, telling him he regularly told people not to go, but nobody listened to him.
Perry chuckled and started rowing out when he noticed the smaller boat seemed to be missing. Thinking it sat on the other side of the boat, he moored the little one on the near side. He climbed aboard, glanced over the other side, and frowned when he saw no other vessel.
He walked to the wheelhouse and found the key in the ignition. He turned it and a bright flash blinded him for a few seconds. Shielding his eyes, Perry walked out onto the deck and looked for his boat, now moored to the rear. Looking to the shore, he saw a different landscape. A very much older landscape.