Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, 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.
This is the story I wrote last week:
Here are the Words:
Thoughts of escape began to plague me. –
Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn
I stood on that sandy stretch of beach and gazed out at the harbour. Our Yacht was out there and my darling wife was still asleep in her cabin.
I had rowed ashore at dawn to be by myself. To think.
I couldn’t help thinking that my time was running out. I had finally admitted to myself that I don’t belong here. I never did. This was her dream, her desire. To live on an island and walk on the beach every day.
I was happiest back home. Yes, we had the money, but I missed all my friends and family. I missed the country I was born in, despite its rain.
Thought of escape began to plague me. I wanted to go back.
Of course, that would mean admitting the truth. How we came to orchestrate the biggest tax fraud ever seen and how we faked our own deaths in order to get away with it. It would mean prison for me and most probably my wife too.
I realised that I had been speaking my thoughts out loud. Delivering a soliloquy that only the seagulls could have heard.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/November/2018