Plain sailing went totally wrong!
Three months ago Sonya planned a trip of a lifetime for her and her younger sister Amber. She kept on going over every arrangement. They were going to escape all the huzzle and buzzle of celebrations. Their father was going to marry the most horrible woman. The two sisters could not stand her at all.
Sonya blindfolded her sister with her scarf before they embarked the ship. She wanted her sister never to forget the perfect escape. They climbed the stairs to their cabin.
Sonya opened the door and unknotted the scarf, standing with her back to the open door, looked at her sister’s face. Amber’s face turned from blushing red, to pale as a ghost. With shock Sonia turned around.
“How on earth had it happened! Where did they get the information?” Sonia looked in awe.
There they were! Their father and the the step mother to be.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/sunday-photo-fiction-august-9th-2015/
Docked sail cruise ship at night
Those were the days! Seeing the blinking lights of the cruise ship, anchored in the harbour, brought romantic thoughts back.
Livy and George were sitting outside the cafe having an ice cold soft drink. They looked at the ship and then at each other. They had stars in their eyes.
Five years ago they went off on their honeymoon on the same ship. They remembered how much in love they were. Everything was perfect till that awful night. The wind came up and huge waves lashed the boat. Livy was thrown overboard and George went after her. Lucky for both of them the waves pushed them out on the shore. They were picked up by a rescue helicopter the next morning.
Now while they were watching the ship they remembered again. How wonderful their life was. Their first child was born nine months after the accident. A healthy little boy.
The happy pair expect their second child in a weeks time. It is going to be a girl! If everything goes well the baby will be born on the day they were washed overboard.
Twenty years after the disaster Captain Jones, now eighty years of age, stood with tears in his eyes when he unwrapped the anchors of his ship.
The anchors that saved everybody’s lives. If it had not been for these anchors the ship would have crushed on the rocks and nobody would have survived.
That dark night, Jones got the oman that something was going to happen. He got up and went to the upper deck and steering cabin. He could hear, by the way the waves were breaking, that the ship was in trouble. On the instruments he saw they were near the shoreline. Huge boulders and rocks sticking out. Jones could not see them but he knew they were dangerous. He let down the anchors, pulled the siren to evacuate.
The anchors balanced the ship till all were in the lifeboats. The ship broke in half and sank.
This past week I went through some old papers of my parents.
I discovered two telegrams sent to my parents while they were travelling
to South Africa in 1952 on De Waterman
from the Netherlands.
The first one is a telegram from my grand parents
on February 18, 1952.
My fathers birthday.
The next one is my treasure.
Congratulations from my grandparents on my 6 th birthday
Febuary 22, 1952!