Molly hugged her knees to her chest as she stared out across the ocean. Clutched in her hand was the latest letter from Brad. Soon he’d be heading. He had written how he was looking forward to seeing her. Molly hadn’t seen him since the day they had graduated high school. After graduation she had gone off to college. and Brad had joined the military, so she’d heard. It wasn’t till she’d moved back home and ended up running into Brad’s brother that she had ended up getting in touch with him again She wondered if he at all felt for her the way she did for him. Or, as was usually the case, was it all one-sided.
Thousands of miles away, Brad was preparing to go home. Tucked safely in his pocket was a photograph that Molly had sent. He couldn’t wait to see her, to tell her how he felt.
The street was darker than usual as Rosinda made her way towards the Diner where she worked the night shift.
The lights from the sign flickered off and on as she reached for the door. The air felt odd somehow, oppressive. For a moment she considered leaving.
Giving herself a mental shake, Rosinda opened the door. She then noticed the immaculate, well dressed man sitting at one of the booths watching her as if he was familiar with her. And yet she had never seen him before. Nonetheless, she somehow she felt drawn to him.
Jasmine set the Daisies she had picked carefully down on Robert’s grave. Up ahead, she caught site of an elderly couple slowly walking along the gravesites. Every so often they would stop for a moment to look at one. The elderly women tenderly held the gentleman’s hand – her husband??
Jasmine’s thoughts went back to Robert. They were to be married upon his return to the states. Now that would never happen, nor would he ever get to know his daughter nestled safely in Jasmine’s womb.
A tear trickeld down Jasmine’s cheek. “I Love You” Robert she whispered.
Inspired by this photo from What Pegman Saw and the related Google – Street View
Sally sat on the beach with Renaldo. Far off in the distance she could see the boat coming, the one that would he would soon be boarding. Closer, other boats stood moored with anchors. At the moment they sat abandoned, captain-less. Suddenly, as if on a signal people came from all directions boarding the various boats. The boat off in the distance wasn’t so distant anymore. Closer and closer it came as more and more people arrived filling up the beach, filling up the water.
“That’s my cue” Renaldo said. Sally nodded sadly. “Will I ever see you again” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“No my love, I fear not”. Renaldo replied confirming her fears. “I will never forget you. I only ask that should you ever find someone to love you love them as you did me these past years, with your whole heart.”
Suzzanne came to feeling disoriented. She had no idea how long she had been out for. The first thing she became aware of was the fact that she was pinned and couldn’t move. Fear set it almost immediately.
Claustrophobia was a very real problem for Suzzanne, almost debilitating. A scream welled up in her throat, escaping. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a body appear at the passenger side door.
“It’s ok, Suzzanne, you’re gonna be ok” the voice attached to the body said, “Just try to stay calm”… “That’s it nice deep breaths”
I concentrated my story on the car itself, not so much on the surrounding parts of the picture.
This is my story for Rochelle’s Friday Fiction. Photo Credit for this week’s photo goes to J Hardy Carroll. (Unfortunately, I am not able to save or copy the picture but if you go to the above link you will be able to see it.)
“Who’s out there?” An angry voice growled, “I thought I told you hooligans to leave.”
“Please sir, I’m sorry.” A small voice trembled. “I was trying to get my kite back.”“A likely story. You probably thought you could sneak a peak at a monster, like the other hooligans.”
“No sir, I’m sure you are no monster. You’d sound nice if you weren’t so gruff.”
“That is kind of you to say but I’m sure you wouldn’t be if you could see me.”
“Perhaps if I could…”
A burn-scarred face peeked out.
The girl gasped, then bravely approached the older man.
Quietly, at first, the music played. A soft mournful tune. People flocked to listen not knowing the reason why. They only knew they could not stop. The music entranced them as it entrapped them, the tempo increasing faster and faster still maintaining the mournful melody. Lights flickered and flashed spinning faster and faster as the tempo increased. “Do you think we have them under our power now?” The Young One asked. “Yes” replied The Old One, “I believe we do.” “A Job well done.” admitted The Ancient. Something he rarely did.
“So what will become of them?” The Young One wanted to know.
“We will make them our slaves to do our bidding.” replied The Ancient. “They will serve us well, I’m sure.”
A ladder to the moon… A ridiculous idea they scoffed. No one had faith, no one believed it could be done. But she would have the last laugh when she proved them all wrong. It just took work – hard work, perseverance, and lots and lots and lots of faith. Each time doubt crept into her mind she would look up and imagine herself climbing her ladder all the way to the moon. She would imagine herself laughing at all the naysayers and doubters.
Slowly, bit by bit the ladder reached towards the moon. People began to flock, looking on with surprise and shock. No one was ridiculing now as they looked on in surprise. Some now offered to help wanting a part in the building of tremendous ladder but she politely shook her head. They had not believed in her or her dream before, why should she let them have a part in her venture now that it was obviously a reality. She would do this on her own without the help of others.
A little more, just a few more steps, and her ladder was complete…. She had finished her ladder to the moon. With a smile and a wave she stood on the moon and pushed the ladder away, letting it crash to the ground below. “Let them build their own ladder” she thought. That was if they had the gumption and ability to truly believe it could really be done.
The ladder lays where it had fallen, a reminder of what happens when you don’t believe.No one heard from or saw her again and for years no one else ever tried to build a ladder to the moon, no one had the perseverance or the faith to believe it could be done….
One step at a time, a ladder was built, a ladder to the moon.