HE WAITED SILENTLY

The way was clear, the route less so.

They could all picture it. The blue skies, the light glinting on the water, the sand between their toes.

And they had been told this was the way, so they followed.

Many were soon lost, or sacrificed, or dismissed. The leaders had no time for weakness or doubt. They pressed on for the promised land, pursuing a distant memory.

No one could reclaim it in the end. It was gone, along with belief. Had it ever existed in the first place? No one could be sure.

On the beach, he waited silently.


Copyright CE Ayr

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Also linking to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge for today: Route.


For those who haven’t yet read my trilogy of novels, The State Trilogy is now available on Amazon in one collected volume on Kindle and in paperback. Three books in one (with a modest saving compared to buying them all individually!).

68 thoughts on “HE WAITED SILENTLY

  1. I like this. It has… hmm… a quality of supernatural existence… existential… oh, hell, I can’t find the word I want today. E-ether… something. Oh, well, I enjoyed reading this today. Something to think about…

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  2. Powerful testament to the need for mercy if we are ever going to make *real* progress. I’m with the guy waiting on the beach and with those who progress that way, all of which feels very Zen to me. The whole reflection feels a bit Zen koan to me. In the best way.

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