SPF: Perry and the Boat

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.

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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.

Photo of the Month – February 2016

It was an overwhelming majority for the winner of February’s photo of the month. Two received one vote each, one received two, and the winner received 16. So I think that is a conclusive win.

2016 Week 8

Photo of the Month
February 2016

Friday Fictioneers – History Always Remembers The Truth

Every week, Rochelle gives us a donated photo as a prompt to write a story using 100 words. It may sound easy, but try reducing a story down to 100 words. It gives you a new respect for the English language as you search for words that will compress your descriptions.

Think you are up to the challenge? Head over to Rochelle’s pad take a look at the rules and regs. Then head over to where all the stories are being kept which is here.

With the invention of the auto-mobile, Derrin knew an imminent change in his life was guaranteed. His interference would alter the way humanity evolved. He smiled at the thought, knowing that his actions today made this possible. He glanced at the time machine and the body of Karl Benz in the corner. He knew he had to return to his own time before his great-great-great-great-grandfather came home.

He hid the body and activated his return journey.

Stepping out of his room, he started to fade. His memory altered as he disappeared; his final memory was his ancestor’s execution for murder.