Full Mast

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~200 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site. Click the blue guy at the bottom to view more tales and/or add your own!

Trevor followed her swinging hips down the hall to the sauna. The cruise ship wasn’t like the monstrosities of Carnival or Norwegian so he wasn’t sure how he’d missed her during boarding.  Her occasional glances back made him raise his eyes to meet hers and smile.  His smile was genuine but partially fueled by embarrassment at getting caught watching her bikini-clad bottom.  Still, she didn’t seem to mind based on her giggling.

Pushing the sauna door open, she patted the “Out of Service” sign affixed and gave Trevor a knowing glance.

“Looks like we won’t be bothered,” he whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” she asked.  “Everyone is upstairs on the sun deck, remember?”

Trevor pushed her inside and closed the door behind them.  He didn’t find it necessary to explain that his girlfriend, Tasha, was sleeping-off a migraine down the hall in room 217.

His mouth found hers in the dark and he felt her hands tugging at his swim trunks.  As she knelt in front of him he heard what sounded like the cracking of hundred knuckles.

“What the hell was that?” he asked into the dark.

“No worries, lover.  I broke my neck when I fell overboard.”




Full Mast — 13 Comments

  1. Oh my, that was a very interesting twist! A ghost story from the Twilight Zone 🙂
    Thanks for stopping by.
    I have resolved that in order to see the birds I’ll have to put up with the squirrels. 😉

    • Yes 😉 I’m a big fan of misdirection. Actually, I sometimes tell the story without any misdirection to throw-off my readers because they’re expecting the twist. Thanks for reading & commenting!

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