The Docks – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant hide his pleasure
He hopes you all agree
He is happiest afloat
On a big sturdy boat
Although on the docks he can be all at sea

 This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to see some great stories by some great writers.
But please read AnElephant’s short piece first.
Because why else did you come here?

Copyright Alastair Forbes

Copyright Alastair Forbes

The Docks

He gazes out across the docks where he once worked.
He has not been here – home – for over forty years.
But he clearly remembers why he left.

She was a typist, pretty in her working skirt and blouse.
He was a stevedore, tough, wiry, strong.
Love at first sight?
Close enough for him to ignore the warnings.
She is Big Al’s girl.
Big Al was a legend on the docks.
A fighter among fighting men.
But youth triumphed over wisdom, love over caution.
One night, very late, he was walking home alone along the dark promenade.
He had just left her, they were to be married the next year.
He saw a figure approaching and knew immediately that it was Al.
He was unafraid, he could handle himself.
The first punch came from nowhere, left him sprawling, helpless.
He was barely aware of what followed, but wakened up hours later on the shingle beach twenty feet below.
He spent six weeks in hospital, then emigrated to Australia.
He never spoke to her again.
Nor did Big Al.

For Jim.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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31 Responses to The Docks – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

  1. Joe Owens says:

    Youth cannot protest from the iron fist.

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  2. Penny L Howe says:

    Well written short story. Anelephant is right on the mark with human emotions and what seems to ultimately happen to some! 🙂 xo

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  3. RoSy says:

    A rough scene. I’m sure there was an easier way to get to Australia!

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  4. Christopher Shawbell says:

    The elephant afloat had it far easier. Rough business getting entangled with the likes of “Big” anybody. Should’ve known there’s a “the end” waiting with that one. Poor fella…
    ~Chris

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  5. Lewis Cave says:

    He better be careful, I bet there are a bunch of Big Al types in Australia too.

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  6. zookyworld says:

    A lover and a fighter. That must’ve been some woman to fight Big Al in an epic battle that led to 6 weeks in a hospital!

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  7. nightlake says:

    Wonder if she was truthful to him, since she wasn’t to Big Al. So, it wouldn’t have made a difference to her. the poor stevedore is the loser here..

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  8. Gabriella says:

    Big Al apparently does not like to feel thwarted! nice one anelephant!

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  9. Whoops! That’ll teach him to get on the wrong side of Big Al.

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  10. colonialist says:

    Shattering! A bit of docking and diving.

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  11. emmylgant says:

    Magnifique! Une histoire de rêves inachevés qui changent la destinée d’un couple, racontée en si peu de mots qui touchent juste et disent une vérité qui se répète trop souvent.
    Comme d’habitude, ton écriture est puissante.

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  12. misskzebra says:

    I imagine that’s the kind of thing you still remember with perfect clarity after eighty years, let alone forty.

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  13. paulmclem says:

    …are you Big Al 🙂

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  14. willow says:

    Love it!

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  15. Alastair says:

    Such is the payment for cheating. Great story. Wonder if she or Big Al will be around and if they remember him?

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