Friday Fictioneers is here! Buckle yourself in for a wild good time. Our effervescent host Rochelle offers us a photo prompt and directive to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end. Make Every word count she reminds.
Well this weeks photo is copyright – Adam Ickes . Ugh! Thanks a lot Adam you have sufficiently prodded my Wanderlust. And it is a terribly hungry beast. Now I want cotton candy, the boardwalk and long stretches of beach. For now my story will have to do.
Assateague Island
“That’s not how you do it” I insisted watching my little sister run a straight sprint. “Zig-Zags they said.”
This summer we danced amid the phosphorus glowing ocean waves, combed the beach alongside foal and mother. Our camp guide told us ghost stories of the pirate captain with his hook hand hunting children by night. But most importantly we learned how to escape from alligators.
“If you run in a zig-zag they can’t catch you. It’s too cumbersome for them to turn their tails. But flee in a straight line and you’re toast.”
“I’ll just climb a tree” she huffed.
Word Count: 100
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This made me smile.
Thanks Dawn. I’m glad.
Great dialogue for children and a realistic story. I don’t think I’ll be putting that advice about escaping alligators to use anytime soon, but it’s good to know. Well written.
Thanks Patricia. I have not had to implement the technique either but at least I’m informed. Now you are to should the occasion arise.
This is a great story – I can picture kids talking exactly like this and I never thought about it before, but I bet alligators would have a hard time catching you zig-zagging. Good piece! Thanks, Nan
Thanks Nan.This is one of the things you learn in life that sticks. If you find the occasion I’m sure you’ll never forget. I haven’t.
Such a cute story-loved it,specially that last line-such innocent cheekiness 🙂
Cheeky is my thing. Thanks
🙂
A lovely snapshot of childhood and of the wisdom gained during childhood experiences
It is though wisdom I hope to never need to implement in real life.
Nice story. 🙂
Thanks Judah
Dear Dana,
Your dialogue is so natural, I could see and hear the two girls. Well done…no horror, no murders, no zombies, just an enjoyable read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. I’ve been working on dialogue so this is much appreciated feedback.
Great post… I really enjoyed this wonderful memory you’re sharing…
Thank Gisela, Adam’s photo brought it to the foreground.
We don’t have alligators here in North East Texas either! But I love your rich description of the beach! Thank you for the great story!
Thanks Gray- At least now you know what to do in case you travel.
Smart kid. This was cute, Dana. Glad I dropped by. I’ve been stricken with the most terrible migraine, and I’m trying to work my way through the stories, but it’s not going to happen. So I decided to just pick at a few — I saw your gravatar and made sure I read yours. Apologies to anyone whose stories I don’t get to this week, I’m just randomly picking a few to get to the bottom of the list. If I feel better later I may re-visit, but the unfortunate fact is, one these start they usually last a few days. (Oh, someone throw my head out the window, please. Decapitation defenestration)
*whispers* sorry to hear about your migraine. get better quick. Thanks for reading mine. 😉
I loved this story Dana and laughed at your last line – perfect sisterly one-up-manship
Thank you for the print and my goodies, they arrived the other day, just waiting to find the right frame
Dee
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I loved this story Dana and laughed at your last line – perfect sisterly one-up-manship
Thank you for the print and my goodies, they arrived the other day, just waiting to fine the right frame
Dee
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Yeah! I’m glad you got it. Send me a picture once it’s found it’s home.;) Sill I know but I’m thrilled. Thanks Dee
You’ve captured the whole camp experience beautifully in just a few details. I wonder if that evasion tactic works with crocodiles, too. We don’t have alligators here.
What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing. Now I have a longing for the beach, too.
janet
Glad I could do Adam’s photo justice. My job is done here. Misery loves company now we both yearn for the beach.
That’s good to know 8^)
Right? You never know what might be lurking.
Ha. maybe it was good you never got to practice.
So true. This yankee girl was very vigilant. There were no gators in Philly so the whole idea was a novel concept to me.
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sounds like a great memory to have. 🙂
Yes Sarah it really is a good one. Thanks.