I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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18 thoughts on “50-Word Stories #127”
Awww… Did you weep?
She should have used the boat and he could have held on, still in the water, that is, if there werer no sharks nearby. Of course, that doesn’t fit with the story, I realize that. Besides, why only a one-person lifeboat?
Perchance their parents and other relatives were in the lifeboat.
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If this ever happens to me, I’ll cartwheel into the sea. Violent winds make dying splashes more fantastic!
If Millie falls into the sea, a boy with a hat shall forsake his quill and jump after her to save her, and since he does not know how to swim, he will clutch her arm and they will either drown together or be carried away to some deserted island where they can feed upon some exotic fruit and live in a cave.
Brilliant! And I love that painting too.
How Titanic should have ended.
Dang, I was going to say that. Or that Kate should have moved over. 🙂
Great minds think alike miss 🙂
I would jump into that sea the one in the painting with only man in the world I would choose to be in a yacht with…look at those terrific colours..any excuse to jump in!
Or… they squeezed together into the lifeboat.
They kissed. He took her hand. She nodded
They jumped into the sea.
Why did they jump when the yacht was already sinking? They could’ve spent the last few, precious minutes in each other’s arms, eh Vincent?
He should have taken her up on the offer and rowed to get help, slowly.
We know it when we see it, even if we ourselves have never experienced it.