This is for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge.
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
“Which one is it, Baba?” Tarek, the eldest asked. “The big black and white one with the red funnel”
Ammar cast an anxious look at his wife Rima. “It might be,” he replied. “Let’s hope so, shall we?”
Little Amira tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “What are these for?” she asked, pointing at the pile of tatty life jackets Ammar had bought with the last of their money.
Rima tried hard to smile. “They’re for just in case.”
Ammar took her hand and clutched it tight.
For the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing challenge to use these words:
PLACE – SHARP – CHIME – FIRM – PACE
Painting ©Feliks Paszkowski
With steady pace,
I leave this place
Of harsh stone fields
That nothing yield.
The morning air
Is sharp and fair,
Step firm and bold,
I leave the fold.
Beyond the swell,
A chiming bell
Calls out to me
From ‘cross the sea.
A boat, my boat,
My dreams afloat,
To carry me
To where you be.
This was tied up on the quay this morning. My first thought was it looked like the Black Pig from Captain Pugwash.
Apparently it’s the Nao Victoria, the first ship to sail around the world. Never ‘eard of it. But that’s my ignorance. I’m sure most people have.
As the man who had just stopped his bicycle to have a look at it remarked, it looks like something a nutter knocked up out of recuperated pallets in his back yard on Sunday afternoons. They were made of stern stuff in those days.