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’s photo is once again one of Al’s own, a view of Dover which might just show his home under the famous cliffs.
I have been unable to shake the memory of a story I wrote for this challenge over four years ago under a different alter ego, and which subsequently found its way into my book, Medville Matters.
So here it is again, slightly reworked.
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I pause on the promenade, gaze out across the docks where I used to work.
I have not been here – home – for over forty years.
But I remember clearly why I left.
She was a typist, slim and pretty in her working skirt and blouse.
I was a stevedore, tough, wiry, strong.
Love at first sight?
Close enough for me to ignore the warnings.
She is Big Al’s girl.
Big Al was a legend on the docks.
A fighter among fighting men.
But youth triumphed over wisdom, love over caution.
One night, very late, I was walking home alone along this same promenade.
I had just left her, we were to be married the following year.
I saw a figure approaching through the gloom and knew immediately that it was Al.
I wasn’t afraid, I could fight too.
The first punch came from nowhere, sent me sprawling, dazed and helpless.
I have no recollection of what followed, but wakened up hours later on the shingle beach twenty feet below.
I spent six weeks in hospital, then emigrated to Australia.
I never spoke to her again.
Nor did Big Al.