Holding the shells in my hand I feel sad. They are beautiful, but their emptiness, makes me sad. I think about the inhabitant, now gone. Maybe some poor hermit crab will find shelter. But it will only be transient.
I am that hermit crab. I come to the beach because I have no home. I spend my days wandering the streets looking for food, water, a place to sleep. The beach is one of the few places where I can be happy. I can forget about my dismal life. But now the beach has made me sad. Where can I go.
______________________________________Created for Friday Fiction based on the picture Shells
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A nice parallel drawn between the homeless and the shells on the beach.
ReplyDeleteI agree, you've done a really nice job creating the parallel. This is a truly lovely piece. Well done!
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That's so sad and you can feel the pathos in the words you use. It seems odd to say I enjoyed it, but I did :-)
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The sea's edge offers us a place to reflect on life and the twists and turns that we must take to negotiate the obstacles on the journey. Any one of us could be the protagonist in your story. Any one at any time. All happens in a New York minute. Good read.
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Doug
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great parallel. Nothing like a beach to bring out emaotions! http://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2012/08/10/camping-on-the-river-friday-fictioneers/
ReplyDeleteNice one, this prompt is bringing out some very thought-provoking pieces.
ReplyDeleteThis was very well done. (Perhaps a question mark at the end?)
ReplyDeleteExcellent job with your comparisons/metaphors/parallels. How sad!
ReplyDeleteI understand where you're going with this, but this person leaves me sad for it must be terrible to live without hope.
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