Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
I have chosen Pic #2.
Here’s where the image took me.
The wave caught LT10 broadside and shoved her up the sandy shingle like a dismissal.
Ian didn’t fight it. Thirty years on this coast had taught him the sea’s moods better than his own, and today she was done with him. Get off, then. Fair enough.
He stepped out into the foam, boots already soaked, and took the bow rope in both hands. The next wave helped …. grudgingly …. pushing the hull another foot up the beach.
His grandfather had landed here the same way. No harbor, no crane, no ceremony. Just a man and a boat and the haggling between them and the water.
The seagulls were already gathering, noisy and presumptuous.
“Not yet,” he told them.
He hauled again. The pebbles grated beneath the hull like applause …. or a warning. With this coast, one could never be sure.
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