Friday Fictioneers – The Night Before

ff090414Moonlight-tipped ripples gently rise and fall as the Cassarina makes for port. In her wake the last trawl of the night nears its end. Ashore the village prepares for the spring festival: in homes throughout the narrow, twisting streets of San Quinzetta excited children struggle to sleep, while parents finish weeks of decorating, baking and brewing.

Aboard the Cassarina, clouds of cigar smoke drift skywards from within the glowing wheelhouse. Astern, tensioned lines twitch; the net begins to drag; the engine whines into reverse. Down below a single, luminescent blue tentacle slithers through an open galley porthole.

In the distance the welcoming lights of home twinkle.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

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27 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Night Before

  1. Helena Hann-Basquiat

    The calm you describe — the idyllic little seaside village — only serves to tell the rest of the untold tale hinted at by the introduction of the sea-monster. Fantastic “prequel”.

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  2. sustainabilitea

    You set up such a peaceful scene filled with home-coming anticipation that I had to re-read the end to realize what had actually happened. Very cleverly done.

    Do me one small favor…slip a hyphen between your first two words, “Moonlight tipped”, so that it doesn’t read like a subject and a verb. Of course, you then have another word to use if you like, but that doesn’t matter.

    janet

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  3. Sarah Ann

    So well done. Your description of the expected homecoming and festival is so heartwarming that the blue tentacle takes on an additional chill. Beautifully described leaving the bad end all to the reader’s imagination. (As a boat dweller, the engine whining into reverse has a particularly unpleasant resonance for me.)

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  4. Nan Falkner

    OOOOH! CREEPY Good! That’s why I don’t like swimming in the ocean anymore. I used to love it but every since a shark swam between my husband & brother-in-law, I’ve been leery. Plus, I have been caught in a rip current that you get trapped in. Gosh, then you really don’t want to go out there anymore, pretty that it may be.

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