I love my job. I was the captain on one of those posh cruises that you knew people had spent thousands on. Everybody wanted my attention whenever they saw me on board and would clamour to get those souvenir photos.
The evening meals were entertaining because I got to pick the people at random to let sit at my table. I used to watch with ever-growing amusement at the people vying for my attention.
My favourite parts were the announcements I made to the entire boat every evening. I knew that people were going to listen intently to every word that I said but I also knew that they would understand none of it. The degrees and the latitude meant absolutely nothing to those people who were just passengers and not members of the crew.
Tonight there was something different about what I had to say. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we are travelling at…” I paused for dramatic effect. “What do you mean we are sinking?”
The screams and panic of all the people as they ran towards the lifeboats made me chuckle. Like I said, I love my job! Saying that though, this was probably my last day.
Written for Sunday photo fiction
This week’s photo prompt is provided by BarbCT/Gallimaufry. Thank you BarbCT!
The boat was finally leaving shore and the stowaway allowed herself a sigh of relief. It was going to be all right at least until the next time the boat docked. By then, she hoped, she would have travelled far enough to escape what she needed to.
The abusive marriage had become even more intolerable when the ever-present threats of violence began to come from the people she had once called friends.
Getting on the boat had been a spur of the moment decision when she had noticed it loading on the nearby port.
Finally, she had a future.
Word count: 100 words
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers
© Kathryn Forbes 2009
I was an archaeologist working in Egypt to discover the ancient burial grounds. Now, we all know all the myths about those so-called curses that follow these tombs around. I have to say that I believe it is nothing but a load of old nonsense. Designed, I am sure, to stop people going in and looting the place for the treasure we all knew was buried beneath our feet.
The maps had all been studied and I knew exactly where I wanted to go digging. It was not one of the pyramids because I was not looking for one of those pharaohs. Instead, my goal was to find the burial site of a noble.
The only thing I wanted to do was to see a sarcophagus in the place where the Egyptians had intended it to spend eternity.
When we broke through that final wall our excitement was almost palpable. Understandably, quite a lot of the team instantly went for the treasure but I only had eyes for one thing. How beautiful it was. I mean, nothing like the brilliantly decorated face of Tutankhamen, but still beautiful.
My admiration turned to fear when the face I was staring at blinked.
Written for Sunday photo fiction
You never understood I needed help.
Funny but not.
This is why i haven’t posted much this week; afraid this story would influence my writing too much. I mean, he may not (still unknown) have been working with a known terrorist group but the term lone wolf sounds almost heroic. Just say homegrown terrorist or maybe a wannabe!
Now is the time to debate gun laws over there!
Shutting up now!