Far Out – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant keek through a telescope
To see things that are out of his range
He hasn’t got good eyes
He can’t scan the skies
But he has no pockets to carry his change

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to find some far-sighted sagas of searching simplicity in response to this week’s excellent image.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s myopic musings!

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Far Out

There are fewer swimmers in the Mediterranean now.
At this time of year, late October, the holiday season is over, and the weather is cooler.
Where I swim, far out past the end of the jetty, I rarely see anyone.
From here the few people on the beach look tiny, and to them my head is just a minute black dot.
So, when I see a figure floating in the choppy waves, I am curious.
As I approach it I determine it is a lady, grey-haired, somebody’s grandmother, no doubt.
She appears to be unperturbed by the blustery conditions.
She is relaxed, on her back, gazing at the sky.
She has not noticed me.
I slip under the water, find her hair.
A quick jerk and she is under, floundering, gasping, swallowing.
I pull her downwards, just long enough, then kick for the next bay, at the other side of the pier.
That was fun.

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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9 Responses to Far Out – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Scary.
    A year or so back we visited and and had a great swim at a beach in South Africa. While drying off, a local remarked that every morning for the past 20(?) years a grandmother swam across the bay, and then a year or so ago a shark took her. We recalled reading about that in the UK papers.

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  2. Lyn says:

    Bad Monsieur Elephant! Go and sit in the naughty corner! Well written, if somewhat sneaky story.
    I’m a granny, and I’m not swimming in the ocean again 🙂

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  3. Danny James says:

    I will make sure you are not anywhere near when I next take a swim.

    DJ

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  4. Al says:

    Haha brilliant 😀 I love it.

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  5. Karin says:

    Positively evil Elephant!
    Well written but ever so twisted, Sir Elephant does it again, In his disarming pink disguise, A protaganist meets their demise With we readers the only ones to bear witness!

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  6. Steve Lakey says:

    That explains why Gran never send us Christmas cards any more! 😉 Nicely done!

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  7. Oh dear. I felt like I was reading JAWS.

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  8. paulmclem says:

    I still think there is a happy ending in you, Brian…somewhere….maybe 🙂

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  9. emmylgant says:

    OMG! Even grandma!? Sick!
    I’ll tay in the pool….
    But it is disturbingly well done.

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