“I am not exactly looking for a commitment at the moment.”
“Congratulations, Jules said you got the job. When do you start?”
The skyline danced to the mesmerizing tune of rippling waves.
Its solid structures less intimidating with each motion, more accommodating, more endearing, best to remember it was a reflection.
“I heard Sam just finished his masters, that boy is ambitious.”
“You still live in that apartment?”
The bridge neither cared for the commuters speed nor the rumbling of the sea.
It stood firm, solid in the knowledge of its role. .
“You split from your girlfriend again?”
“Don’t you think it’s time you settled down.?”
The barricade kept him safe.
Letting him soak up the view, delighting in its calming effect, safe from any disaster.
They thought he was ready, they thought he wasn’t ambitious.
He knew he was, he knew he wasn’t.
He smiled, no matter how much a sailor loves the ocean if he can’t swim, he had better not jump in.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from Barbara Taylor (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.