At the Ocean’s Edge

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

This week’s image comes to us from Renee Homan Heath:

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS WHERE EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY

We are a growing community of blogging writers who come together each week from all parts of the globe to share individual flash fictions from a single photo prompt (above). The prompt goes up early Wednesday morning  CST to give each writer time to compose a story by Friday. Some use the photo as a mere inspiration while others use it as an illustration. Use your imagination and think outside the box.

I stared at this picture for what seemed like hours.  While I could have wrote of beauty or love, my mind kept going towards a graduation speech as a metaphor for life.  The word limit kinda hurt what wanted to come out.  So here is what escaped the cutting room floor.  I call it :  At the Ocean’s Edge

 

Mike closes his eyes as his toes touch the ocean.  He hears the speech he gave at graduation twenty years ago:

 “Fellow classmates, we have walked the path of knowledge and arrived at the ocean’s edge.  Today is our new beginning.  With our feet in the water, we must now cross the ocean.  The method we each choose to cross this vastness will be different.  Understand the challenge is not just crossing the ocean but enjoying the journey.  Embrace this challenge.”  

A curve in the road, too much alcohol and an innocent life taken landed him to prison.  He now stares beyond prison walls at the ocean.  His journey finally begins.  

 

  

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38 thoughts on “At the Ocean’s Edge

  1. Dude! what a wicked twist! love it! Reminds me of a short that I wrote back in high school about a drunk driver… wish I still had the story, all I remember is how haunting everyone said it was when they read it.

  2. i need help with something. as he’s closing his eyes and touching the sand in the beginning, is this real or his imagination? that was 20 years ago, so it could be he is now out after doing his jail time.

    • Rich..he is out of prison and at the ocean. He goes to the ocean after his release…to do whatever…heal…begin..I didn’t have enough words to expand on why he was there. But I wanted him on that beach. 🙂

  3. He is walking into the water… never to return. His recall brings tears of regret, as he wades into the sea. So many lives changed by his act… his included. Oh, didn’t mean to help write your story. Clever use of the commencement speech… I liked your story.

  4. Dear Shoo,
    I loved this. A lot of reflection in a small layered package. However I had the same issue as Rich. You might consider reworking that last sentence so it’s clearer that he’s out of prison. I’m betting you’re a clever enough writer to figure it out. Nonetheless, a terrific story.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

  5. Good story. As a person in recovery I know too well the damage alcohol can do. Fortunately my story ends on a happier note. I hope it does anyway. It’s far from over.

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