From The Houseboat – Fiction

Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Click the lil froggy for more stories.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise from The Storyteller’s Abode.   Here is my story:

coastal town

From The Houseboat

When Flora died, on an abalone dive, everyone in town thought Sid would eventually move past his grief and anger. Month after month and then a year or more, Sid would sit on the deck of his houseboat looking into the village. His gaze was set upon the bookstore Flora had owned.

Sometimes, friends would sit with him. “I motioned for her to come up and she pushed me away,” he’d say over and over again. Sid’s diving friends, the only real family he’d ever known, would shake their heads and pat his shoulder and become sad with him.

“She was already dying ,” a friend, Melissa, whispered on one of those nights.

Everyone was tipsy on cheap Spanish champagne. Sid, who’d been bringing a wine glass to his lips, stopped moving. He stared at Melissa.  “What?”

And mostly, that’s all anyone ever said about Flora’s death again.


15 thoughts on “From The Houseboat – Fiction

  1. Poor Sid. I guess Flora chose her own way out. I like how, once they all got a bit tipsy, someone mentioned the “elephant in the room”. I’m wondering if Sid knew but didn’t want to talk about it, or if he’d been left out of that little secret.


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