Photo by Sue Vincent
(This was originally posted on May 30, 2019 as part of Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge)
Meg crested the small hill and stopped. A last fragrant breeze 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.
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Written for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto challenge Post on May 30, 2019. The original challenge challenge, Yearning, is here.
For years, Sue Vincent hosted the writephoto challenge. Every Thursday she would post one of her wonderful photos. They would be of the British countryside, of ancient places or perhaps a medieval setting. You never knew where the photo would take you. And that was the point – we, the authors and poets who followed the challenge would use these prompts to take our readers to places near or far.
Sue is ill and so the challenge has been put on hold, perhaps permanently. But that doesn’t mean it has to end :) Willow has come up with the great idea of sharing old writephoto posts once again to show Sue our appreciation for all of the stories and poems that she has inspired :) Just mark with #writephoto and link back to a recent post by Sue, like this one.
To sail the inky black sky, every star a port in the infinite sea. Great repeat.
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Thanks.
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This is a beautiful piece, Trent.
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Thanks, Robbie. As I repost stories from writephoto, I am going to try to pull out the ones I think are most special and where I think Sue’s photo most inspired me :)
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Thanks for letting us know about Sue, Trent. I hope and pray that she gets better soon. Although I don’t participate in the Write Promo prompts any more, I will forever be grateful to her for the opportunity. Lovely story.
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It is a great challenge that I always enjoy :) Thanks.
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Yes Trent poignant as ever it was 💜
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Thanks, Willow :) And glad you suggest the idea.
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And just curious about these two words
fragrant breezed
For some reason wonder about the tense
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It is a typo, and I just skimmed it this time though, so I missed it. I’ll correct it :) (When I do these challenges, I write and post as quickly as possible, so miss some of the typos.)
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Oh my goodness do I know about the typos – and I feel
Like auto correct goes in after I hit publish!
And I only mentioned it because my mind went over it a few times and I wasn’t sure if it was artistic license – ;)
I learned so much when I can take the time to read short fiction from the authors I like and so I was just curious –
Anyhow – thanks for the reply amigo
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I hope she gets better soon.
And in your fiction – could feel the yearning – and the An angst was delivered
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Thanks, Y. Glad the point came across :)
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It really did – quite deep for this Thursday – hahah – and well done
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It really tugs at you heart. ❤️ So well done and worth sharing again! Love it!
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Thanks! I don’t think I’ve done anything with this story yet, but it may become part of my next story collection :)
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Thank you,Trent.
That brought a tear to my eye yet again.
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:) Thank you, Sue, you’ve inspired many words.
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It has been a privilege to be part of such creativity, Trent. :D
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Thanks, Sue, the privilege is mine :) I’ve been enjoying your explorations of Albion, both those you’ve been bringing up from the past and the recent shorter excursions. Perhaps a new bit of inspiration from some upcoming post will hit soon.
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I hope so. I am just itching to be ableto get ou to play agin soon :)
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I’m sure you are. When did you make it out to Stonehenge, etc., in your recent posts?
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That was just mid-September… a last trip before all this kicked off.
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Ah, OK, I you talked about being weak, but I wasn’t sure the timing of it.
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I collapsed a couple of days later.
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OK, the time sequence makes sense. Hope you are able to make it back out soon!
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Me too, Trent.. even a less than perfect outing would do!
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