Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Fifty word photo-story - 4



That summer they spent a lot of their time at the lake. Even Bobby Smith went. He’d take his book and sit reading, just slightly away from the rest of them. She’d look at the other boys jumping in, but it would be Bobby she watched. How deep he went.

8 comments:

Douglas Bruton said...

Bredwyn calls across the water, calls her name, sends it skimming, like a thrown stone, leaping and leaping until it slurs to a stop and sinks into the dark deep centre of the lake.
'Do this and then wait,' the man had told Bredwyn. '‘Tis a charm against her love.'

Douglas Bruton said...

Cadderwan stands at the edge, the point of his shoes in the water. On the water, he thinks, and the next step will prove it, though no one to see him, not this day and not yesterday, the little slap slap of Cadderwan walking and walking across the glassy surface.

Douglas Bruton said...

If you look closely, Deirdre, through the mirror of sky and all its drifting clouds, look just beneath the surface, into the other world underneath, you can see, just, look really close, a girl, same as you, looking back, and she recognises you and waves, just as you are waving.

The Garden Monkey said...

Bobby needed to lay off the donuts.

Of course everyone told him so, but he didn’t care.

The turning point came when, just as he was climbing out of the lake, some people from Greenpeace arrived and kept trying to drag him back in and lead him to deep water.

Nik's Blog said...

It was peaceful there, and it was good to be back, the smells and the temperature were familiar. But it was stil the place where Daddy drowned, so she couldn't relax just yet.

Calistro said...

Oooh, love this one Sarah. Almost made me goosepimply.

[Sorry, just noticed everyone else has written 50 worders, mine is just nine words of praise for you!]

Sarah Salway said...

Brilliant!

grace le maitre said...

If water could speak, would it tell the the secrets of all the places its been? The journey? It would be exciting at first, and then, with time, people would stop listening. And one day, when walking by, someone would shout "HUSH!" and that would be the end of it.