The Yearning #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

Meg crested the small hill and stopped.  A last fragrant breezed wafted up from the ocean as the sun slipped down for the night, causing the sky and water to flame.

Her heart bounded and for a minute she felt like a little girl, full of the desires of youth and pull of the sea and distant lands, the deep unending yearning, the yearning to be someplace, anyplace, else.

She brought herself back to the present and found An watching that same sunset.  She gave a knowing smile and walked over to her granddaughter.

“He’s out there someplace,” she said to the 24-year-old woman.  An didn’t respond.  “Yes, out there beyond the horizon.”

An gave a slight nod.

Meg drew closer to the young woman and watched the last flashes of light play across the water.

“I understand,” she said.  “I argued with your grandfather about it long before your mother was born.  He told me that life on a mile long freighter with only 20 souls aboard taking weeks between ports wasn’t as romantic as I thought.  How could he know!  It was and is romantic to me!  He never had to wait on this barren shore!”

Meg could feel the warmth as An drew a little closer.  She didn’t say anything, but she knew her granddaughter understood.

The afterglow of the evening slowly extinguished and the shy stars began to appear.  Meg lifted her eyes from the inky place where the ocean had been and watched as the stars grew brighter.  She made a wish as the first winked into existence, the same wish she made 60 years before as she waited for her Ned to return from his voyages.

More and more stars appeared and grew brighter, more present.

Some of the “stars” were moving.  Soon more moving “stars” became visible.  The sky was crawling with them as the sunlight, long since gone from their hilltop, still illuminated the life 500 miles above.

One star grew brighter, far brighter.  Meg felt the tug again.  Her mind raced out to space and fled the gravity of their planet along with the departing ship as it started its first step towards the real stars.

An gave a little cry.  She had obviously seen it as well, felt the tug of the ship escaping their world.

Meg hugged her granddaughter.  She understood the yearning, the craving, the need to go out there.

The departing ship blinked out of existence in real space and left Meg and An to stare at the sky.  The last of the evening glow extinguished leaving only dark night.  Dark night full of stars, some natural and some man made.  A sky full of stars and full of the yearning, the desire that pulled from the tips of their hair all of the way to the toe nails, to be there, out there, any place, just not here.


Written for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto challenge.  This weeks challenge, Yearning, is here.

19 thoughts on “The Yearning #writephoto

  1. Suzanne

    You told this story very well. It really reads like something that could happen in the future. You captured the strange emotions such a future would create very convincingly.

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      1. Suzanne

        Yes, it would have been weird back then. I guess I got confused when you talked about the stars. Somehow I thought you were writing about space ships! Sorry – I did read it at breakfast. I must have been half asleep.😩

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          NO, I just confused you in my comment – It is about spaceships, but when the story started I wanted people to think it was about old time sailing ships, perhaps whalers that traveled the world. So it is showing the parallel of the 19th century and some point in the future – the more things change, the more they stay the same :)

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          1. Suzanne

            Ah – now I get it! Yes, tyere are parallels. I once read a book of letters sent back to England from early settlers in Australia. A young woman wrote to her mum that she had a new baby. I imagined how the mother woukd feel knowing she’d probably never see her daughter again and never see her baby.

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            1. trentpmcd Post author

              With travel so easy today we tend to forget how hard it was in the not too distant past. And taking my analogy in this story, if we ever colonize other worlds, it may be the same – a one way ticket with no hope of seeing anyone again.

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