Memories in Fog

Fog rolling-in around the pier

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~150 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site.
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The fog swallowed Charlie’s rock soon after he tossed it. Satisfied with its plop in the water, he scanned the beach for another. Digging to free a stone from the sand he grunted, “She’s doing better now.” After a heave, the stone sailed into the mist followed by a loud splash. “Yeah, that one was heavy. My arm’s getting better though. I should be the starting pitcher this season.” His eyes locked on a seashell and he ran to it. “I remember,” he said. “Prettiest necklace ever – she still wears it.” Charlie turned the shell over but couldn’t tell how many skips he got. “Aunt Judy’s having a baby soon. They’ve already got the name picked-out. Some old family name,” he grinned.

Charlie reached down for another rock and caught a glimpse of his watch. “Oh crap! I gotta go! I’m gonna be late for lunch at grandma and…well…lunch at grandma’s house.” Charlie turned to run towards home yelling, “I’ll tell her.”
Behind him, lapping waves were already gently erasing footprints leading into the surf…into the fog.



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Memories in Fog — 13 Comments

  1. This was great. The one sided conversation threw me off a little until I got to the end and realized what was going on… or at least my interpretation of what was going on. I’m sure this one can be taken a lot of different ways.

  2. “Memories” I lived on the beach for seven years. Moisture floating in the air,taste of the salt and the view of the waste water treatment plant! Lol .Thank you for your work!you inspire

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