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The Boat Graveyard

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

It’s hard to believe she’s still there, exactly where I left her, completely untouched after all these years. She’s just sitting there at the edge of the river rotting away to nothing, a mere shell of what she once was. I told myself I would never come back to this awful place, that it was best left in the past, but the gnawing need to apologize for leaving her this way grew too intense. I’ll always regret abandoning her on the edge of that dirty river in that little run down boat. I just wasn’t ready to be a father.

This is pretty dark for a story written on my birthday, but I tend to go that way with my writing, so I can’t say it’s much of a surprise. I’m not sure if the “she” in the boat is the baby or the pregnant woman. Either way, it’s bad.

On a lighter note, my wife (to my knowledge) still hasn’t hired that hitman yet. Another year older and I get to carry on awhile longer. Hopefully I can avoid making her too mad until my next birthday.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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Six on the Sixth – June 2016


Her time would soon be ending.


Some important pieces just weren’t there.


Her toes teetered over the edge.


It almost felt like flying–almost.


Sudden and painless, her life ended.


The memories can’t fix the sadness.

Written for Six on the Sixth.


Another Day. Another Bird.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Carter stared out the window, his chin resting on the sill. He counted the birds sitting atop the wire. Sixty-eight. Another had joined the sixty-seven that had been there yesterday, which had been sixty-six the day before. Each day another joined the others, and although Carter watched them almost endlessly, he never saw one leave.

One bird sat there for each day since what his parents had dubbed “the accident.” They were beginning to weigh the line down–a mirror of the guilt weighing on him. It hadn’t been an accident. He’d meant to smother his sister with that pillow.

Like Carter, I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts lately, but not because I’ve smothered anyone with a pillow. I don’t know why, but I do know that it’ll pass. It always does.

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Six on the Sixth – May 2016

The Unhappy King (King)

Unhappiness ran in his royal blood.

The Downside of Royalty (Brand)

People both hated and feared him.

The End of an Era (Flash)

The world changed in an instant.

The News of the Century (Radio)

Rumors of his assassination traveled quickly.

Careful Planning (Practice)

Endless wealth fueled his cunning plan.

A Meal Beside the Sea (Lunch)

Oceanfront wilderness offered solitude and happiness.

Written for Six on the Sixth.


Six on the Sixth – April 2016

Tweaking Out (Plan)

Heinous plans bombarded every waking moment.

Powerful (Giant)

His gargantuan hands encircled her neck.

Doc’s Orders (Pills)

The medication was no longer sufficient.

Up, Up, and Away (Hang)

He lifted her off the ground.

Futile Struggles (Peddle)

Her feet kicked his stony shins.

Sweet Release (Inch)

He let go, almost a murderer.

Written for Six on the Sixth.