This week’s photo prompt is provided by momtheobscure.
Man on the Cliff
‘Mum, there’s a man on the cliff; a big man.’
‘Quiet, love. I’m reading.’
‘But there is. Look.’
Anna glanced upwards, squinting as the sun caught her eye. But all she could see was a cliff.
‘Go and play, Max. I just want to finish this chapter.’
So Max picked up his spade and wandered nearer to the water. He looked again. From this angle the man seemed scary, as if he was about to pounce on Max, grab him and hit him over and over. But when Max took a few steps into the sea, he could see the man’s face. Now he looked sad and fearful. Not scary at all.
When Max saw this he ran back to Anna. ‘When can I see Daddy?’
‘Soon.’ Anna put down her book and wrapped her arms around her son.
This post was written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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Aww, sweet! The statue on the cliff reminded him of his daddy. I thought it was sad that his mother kept brushing him off. No wonder he started wanting his daddy. Great story!!
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Thanks PJ x
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A beautiful yet poignant tale. Excellent.
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Thanks so much, Keith. I’ll check your story out later 🙂
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that was poignant, i like the way you ended it
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Thanks! 🙂
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Awwee… a poignant tale this really is. Hmm.. I wonder why the man looked sad and fearful?
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Thanks, Maria. I kind of wanted to suggest that everyone has different sides, yin & yang and that the man reminded the boy of his dad, who was a bully but had a softer side
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I love the connection you made between the statue and the boy’s dad. Great job!
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Thanks, Magarisa!
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