The Grass – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week Al provides us with a superb photo by Eric Wicklund, who bears no responsibility for the tortured convolutions of what passes as my creative process.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

© Eric Wicklund

Click here to hear the author read aloud this 90-second story:
The Grass

The Mediterranean soothes my soul.
I sit at the end of the jetty in evening sunshine.
Gazing across the port entrance to the little lighthouse perched on the sea wall opposite, I am at peace with the world.
Then my eye is caught by what looks like grass, in the middle of the channel.
I am confused, because it is not floating, just tips protruding above the surface.
I wonder if it might be a submerged log, which could be dangerous to small craft.
As I ponder this, I imagine that the grass is growing longer.
Then I see a leaf, or several, on a twig, rising higher out of the water.
Within minutes I know it is not my imagination, vegetation is sprouting out of the sea.
People on other jetties are pointing, shouting, running.
I turn to head for the shore, then stop in horror.
Between me and safety is a ten foot wide writhing mass of knee-deep thorny scrub.
The plants are taking over.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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21 Responses to The Grass – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. athling2001 says:

    Oh, scary tale! Well done.

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  2. Oh no! Day of the Triffids and it’s friends. Good story CE. I like it. This is what happens when you decide to play with nature.

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  3. Good sci-fi, C.E. This isn’t your usual genre but it’s good writing. Scary. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  4. mandibelle16 says:

    I enjoy where u you want with one CE. This ideal view of the sea than the plants taking over the ocean and everywhere. Much like the thorns in ‘Malificent’ or in certain versions of sleeping beauty. Or like Jumanji, if you’ve seen the old Rob Williams movie : ) Hugs my friend hope all is well.

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  5. James says:

    And about time, too. I, for one, welcome our leafy overlords.

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  6. Joy Pixley says:

    That went from soothing to horror quite quickly! Great visuals. That could really happen in Eneana, too. Hm, makes me wonder exactly what spell might cause that… Thanks for the inspiration!

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  7. Oh no, it’s those pesky triffids all over again! Nice one

    Please click to read my tale

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  8. EagleAye says:

    Yikers! Seems the plants objected to all those salads. I blame it all on vegans. If you’re interested, there’s a wonderful novel by Sheri S. Tepper entitled, “The Family Tree.” It deals with this topic. It’s an excellent read, and so is your piece.

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  9. michael1148humphris says:

    That must have been powerful wine, please send me the name of the cafe on the jetty.

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  10. Steve Lakey says:

    Nature bites back!

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