Friday Fictioneers — The Sailor’s Wife

Kitchen Window

Grey and damp, damp and grey, she spends hours propped up against the sink, staring out of the window. The turbulent swell beyond her garden is an ocean grown from her tears.

Her beloved spouse built this house with his bare hands: barnacled seafarer’s hands accustomed to scrubbing decks and pulling ropes. In the kitchen, the windows stretch from one wall to another, so she can watch the horizon for his ship’s return and race along the beach to the harbour to greet him.

She has waited so many years, she’s a wreck and her legs have turned to flotsam.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. For her, sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

33 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — The Sailor’s Wife”

    1. Dear Rochelle
      I am glad for you that your sailor had done most of his sea duty by then. My daughter is gut-rotting just now, as her sailor partner’s leave is ending a couple of days before Christmas.
      Glad you liked my prose.
      All best wishes
      Sarah

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      1. Wuthering Heights might not have been nearly so successful if everyone had lived happily ever after! And Romeo and Juliet would’ve grown old and content, and their story would’ve been tossed into obscurity with all the other Happily Ever Afters. Just keep doing what you do so well, and what your muse dictate. xoxo, n

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