They were a close-knit community who lived an existence based on the water which surrounded them. Every family in town had a fisherman, sailor or boat builder in their midst. The sea fed them, gave them employment and was their means of transportation. Everyone knew each other and lived in each other’s pockets. There weren’t many secrets in town. Strangers were rare and weren’t trusted. Everyone knew everybody else. Continue reading →
The Captain’s breathing was laboured as they neared his front door, but that was mostly out of fear, he thought. This load was nothing to what he could normally carry. Joe’s breathing was laboured too but only because he was carrying so much stuff. Perhaps Mrs Captain didn’t need to see all this after all. Continue reading →
The sea had calmed but was churning, still disgorging wreckage, rocks and debris. The remains of the high tide littered the shore – it looked like the sea had been frantically searching for things in the dark. A rock flung here; a piece of salty driftwood there. The sand dunes had even been lifted and moved. Seaweed lay clinging to the rocks like strands of windswept hair and barnacles peered like eyes into the moonlight.Continue reading →
I wrote this after a gig – it struck me that musicians have a special relationship with their instruments.
He held her in a loving embrace. She was taller than him by a good few inches and leant back into his shoulder nestling into his neck. They curled elegantly around each other. He tweaked and played with her, stroked her neck, slapped her side. The crowd were transfixed. They felt like they had stumbled upon an intimate moment. The rest of the musicians were oblivious – they each had their own love affairs going on. The beat picked up and the slapping continued. The audience roared its approval.
Musicians and their instruments
As the set carried on the music rocked and rolled and rocked again to keep the audience on the edge of their seats. The boy leant in close to his double bass in the slow numbers and murmured into her neck and flung her out with a spin when the beat quickened.
The finale saw a majestic pirouette then as quickly as the boy had been to stroke and caress his bass, he let her go and lay her down on the sticky pub floor.
The boy’s girlfriend came up to help clear up. She held the double bass’s cover up to throw over its’ head. The boy took it from her hands, kissed his girl on the cheek and said, “I’ll do that,” and lovingly tucked his bass away.
His girl stepped aside and just stared at them. Her eyes gleamed in the stage lights. As the boy zipped up the bass’s case his girlfriend glared. She felt jealousy bubbling up inside her.
The boy put his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “Thanks for coming tonight.” She smiled and de-clenched a fraction – there were some things she could do which his double bass couldn’t. Her smile froze. He let go of her and picked up his bass to carry in both arms.
She frowned again. The three of them left together.
This little snippet of conversation is the result of a writing challenge (see previous posts!). It turned out to be something that nightmares might be made of!
A Conversation in the Dark
“Where are you?”
“Where’s here? I can’t see you!”
“Here….hold out your hand.”
“I’m so tired.”
“I know, me too.” Fatigue was the killer – as soon as you let tiredness in you were done for. They had long since been forgotten about. Lost to society, but in the darkness they had found friendship and comfort in conversation. They had never met in the light but knew each other’s voices intimately. From what he could tell the other one had cracked ribs and possibly another broken limb. It had taken days for him to realise that anyone else was there. His companion had been unconscious for so long that he had actually tripped over him in the darkness. He had woken him up screaming in agony and so confused that he didn’t know who he was anymore. He had closed his eyes as if accepting death.
Conversation in the Dark – Woman sleeping
While he waited for him to regain consciousness, he slept fitfully, with disturbing dreams. Ogres, monsters, falling and then flying. Snakes, darkness, tombs closing. Sleep was worse than the current situation so he slapped himself to keep himself awake.
“Where are they? Why hadn’t they come?” He repeated over and over to himself. It echoed in his head as all his movements echoed around the darkness. Silence was the answer and it was deafening.