I walked again on the beach at dawn, skirts clutched around me, bible in gloved hand. Seagulls wheeled in the clear air, but my mind was far from clear. No stone creatures today, but I knew they were waiting, their silent scrolled forms trapped in rock.
After church I dared to talk with Mr Giles, the new curate.
Maybe they are God’s joke Miss Austen, a metaphor.
But why? What do they signify?
Or maybe God himself is a metaphor.
Dancing blue eyes met mine and I blushed despite myself; it was not at all the answer I had anticipated.
(Genre: Historical romance; Setting: Lyme Regis, Dorset)
M J Lewis ©2015
Drowning in end-of-year reports and wrote this late this week when I should have been working. Think I’m dreaming of seaside holidays and fossil hunting in Lyme Regis, mixing up my references to Jane Austen and famous fossil girl, Mary Anning. Then coincidentally I found this story on BBC News of the fossil find in Alberta. Fossils really do say different things to different people.
Thanks to Douglas M Macilroy for the stimulating photo and to our incredible host at Friday Fiction, Rochelle. More secrets from the deep here at this link.
Thanks once more to Rochelle for harvesting the Friday Fictioneers 100-word stories. You’ll find the whole hoard in the store-cupboard at this little LINK. My story is set in September 2015, in the English seaside town of Lyme Regis (sandcastles, cream teas, fossils and Jane Austen).
Thanks also to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo prompt.
Oh I do love to be beside the seaside
Your beloved cove – it’ll be as good as new.
That’s my son, the oil company PR guru. But he didn’t expect me to go and see for myself.
We honeymooned there, my late husband and I; slept deep to the sound of waves, woke to the call of seagulls.
Last night I lay awake as the huge machines washed the sand and filtered the seawater. After my morning coffee I rang a few newspapers, packed a bag and fetched my walking stick.
Eighty-five-year-old woman joins environmental camp.
My beloved son – doesn’t he realise who gave him those PR skills?
M J Lewis ©2015