Friday Fictioneers – Ebb and Flow

ff281015In amongst the flotsam of our lives, rooftops were starting to reappear – the once raging flood waters had begun their silent retreat. The twisted spire of San Mira now rose defiant and proud from the shimmering depths; inch by inch, yard by yard, devastation and despair was revealed.

Looking down upon it all my father remained hopeful. “It’ll be another week, son – but we’ll get home, we’ll find her.”

Mother had been at work when the first wave came. As we ran we didn’t look back. We didn’t have time – nobody did.

“We’ll get to say goodbye,” he said. “I promise.”


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

14 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Ebb and Flow

    1. paulmclem Post author

      Good question. I think I’m trying to define “devastation and despair” as being one thing i.e. one single image. Originally I had ” a scene of devastation and despair was”, but I shortened it. However, in my mind it’s the same thing….rightly or wrongly. Valid point though. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

  1. Dreamer of Dreams

    That was very powerful, vivid and poignant writing. Beautiful and stark descriptions, especially in this line, “The twisted spire of San Mira now rose defiant and proud from the shimmering depths …”

  2. micklively

    Powerful stuff: raises an interesting question. Once you’re sure your loved one is dead, why do you want his/her body? It’s just so much dead meat. I’m sure I would be the same under such circumstances, but it seems illogical, just the same.

  3. gahlearner

    Beautiful and sad. I, too, was reminded of the 2004 Tsunami. Knowing the fate of the mother will give them closure.


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