50 Word Thursday #17 – The Romantic Gesture

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.


Here is the story I wrote last week:


This is the Picture:


These are the words:

The old man stopped to look keenly at my attentive and wondering face; and then said

-William Morris from News From Nowhere

Here is my attempt for this week:

The Romantic Gesture

I felt the salty air against my face, the smell of seaweed and sea spray was like perfume to me. It opened my mind and helped me shake off the stresses of my daily life. I just let my feet slowly sink into the soft sand as I strolled along the beach.

Then I stopped and looked down at the sand spellbound.

Someone had written my initials into the sand.

I looked to see who had done it. The water hadn’t washed it away, it must have been done recently.

I only saw a wizened old man sitting on a rock, mending his nets.

The old man stopped to look keenly at my attentive and wondering face; and then said: “Ar, they do say, people who see their name in the sand will come face to face with their destiny.”

I looked at him “Well, that begs the question, who authorized you to put my initials in the sand?”

Then I heard a man’s laughter and from out behind the rock came Michael. He looked handsome, the evening light highlighted his cheekbones and his strong jaw. He was smartly dressed in a linen suit, his blond hair gelled back. I had no idea he had followed me.

“There’s no fooling you Kate, you’re far too cynical to be taken in by a romantic gesture.” He walked towards me pausing to hand some money to the old Fisherman.

He pulled a ring from his pocket and asked: “Will you marry me?”

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/September/2018




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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

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