The Rocks – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week’
s photo comes courtesy of the delightful Joy Pixley.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

© Joy Pixley


Click here to hear the author read the tale:

The Rocks

Strictly speaking, I shouldn’t be here.
But, happily, in Medville no one speaks too strictly.
This section of the great sea wall is officially closed to the public.
I love the solitude at the western extremity, overlooking the little calanque.
Occasionally I see a pair of young lovers, sometimes a fisherman on the rocks.
I say rocks, but in fact they are huge boulders, great slabs up to 3 metres in length, roughly hewn from the nearby mountains.
They have been heaped, quite untidily, as protection for the man-made barrier that shelters the port from the prevailing south-westerly winds and tides.
I step carefully across them, looking for a better view of the isles beyond the headland.
Then I am startled, almost lose my footing.
Staring up at me is a face.
A dead person’s face.
I recognise Rick, the second husband of my ex-wife.
We were close friends once, till she came between us.
I am stunned to see him.
I thought I had hidden him better than that.

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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23 Responses to The Rocks – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Eerie!! I did not see that one coming. I will be careful next time onwards, though 😊😊.

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  2. The ghosts of husbands past!

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  3. I love the last line.

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  4. Susan says:

    And what has become of the ex-wife? Will she show up too?

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  5. it’s a crazy weird image – but totally fascinating …. and my my … perhaps, as already noted, a vacation is in order? for “OOPS” …. LOL – still, a lovely dark twist!

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  6. As always, you manage to surprise me (in a good way). Great job!!!

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  7. Joy Pixley says:

    Ha ha — a different kind of “skull rock” surprise. I should have known you would be able to come up with a sneaky murder story based on a picture like this!

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  8. Iain Kelly says:

    Careless, I expect better from an experienced killer such as yourself 🙂

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  9. I knew you were upto and sure enough you didn’t disappoint. Well written, Ceayr

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  10. Corine Gouy says:

    Oh une grosse erreur !
    Notre tueur préféré aurait il besoin de vacances ?

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  11. michael1148humphris says:

    O dear someone’s in trouble. I loved how you used this picture. Now I am of to look up calanque.

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    • ceayr says:

      Thanks, Michael, and I should have explained. A calanque is a steep-sided rocky cove found all along this coast between Marseille and St Tropez.

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