Friday, November 29, 2013

Bleu celeste


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With the tourist season long over it was tranquil in the ferry.  Under the golden lights he sat in their spot, with the metal scroll base accented tabletop etched to resemble a mariner’s map.  He gazed over the still waters taking in the colors that changed from a clear blue to pink hue and the undulating hills overlooking the shore.  The blue of the sky brought a reminder of the trip to Madrid, when she turned to him and exclaimed “Mi blusa es celeste”.   He missed her terribly at moments like this and wished he had never pushed her over.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers.  Word count 100.

13 comments :

  1. What an ending... I certainly wasn't expecting that.

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    1. Thanks Sandra, I was hoping for that impact.

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  2. This seems to be a theme this week. Love, murder and regret - I think you captured it well! I was hooked it was just loneliness right up until the end.

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  3. You have quite captured the brooding man.

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    1. Thanks Umashankar. I enjoyed this one.

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  4. Dear Subroto,

    Poor guy. Maybe if he'd thought it through...Nice one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle, the stage was already set....

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  5. Dear Subroto,

    I fear there is a Captcha in my future. If so, I will find you and push you over. Good story.

    Commencing the attept to post my comment now.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    1. Thanks Doug. I ditched the captcha a while back.

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  6. Eeps!But I love this:-)

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