A Greeting – Friday Fictioneers

~ Amy Reese

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where come together to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and leading this group. This week she’s provided the photo and it’s a wonderful choice.

All are welcome to join in with their own story. Visit Rochelle’s blog for details.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Greeting

The lump in the sand quivered as if it housed a trapped worm, rippling in sync with the waves rushing in and out.

Vinn dropped beside the lump and rolled on top of it flat on his back. He felt tranquil, the breeze tickling the hairs of his nose, at the sides of his lanky body and all the way down to his toes.

“Stop it,” he said, erupting into laughter. His body sunk between two soft mounds of sand and he wriggled off, and stared into blue jewels that blinked back at him.

“Took you long enough,” she said.

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63 thoughts on “A Greeting – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Innocent and magical. I don’t know if this was just his girlfriend buried in sand (though I hope not) or a spirit of the beach, or an imaginary companion. But I don’t care, because you captured that mood of adolescence

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    1. Thank you so much, Neil. I’m leaving it mysterious at the moment, because I’m curious what people think. Thanks for the feedback…I was trying to capture the mood of adolescence. That’s just what I was going for!

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  7. Hahahahaha! That was funny! He got his “lumps” all right, only they were hers. 😉 Reminds me of a story Moe Howard of the Three Stooges told.

    Moe and Larry and Shemp (early in their careers) were in Atlantic City and Shemp said, “I have a cramp” and went to relieve himself under the Boardwalk. He found a log (it was dark that night), did his thing and looked around for something to use for TP. There was a handkerchief in the sand, he grabbed it and there was a human hand attached to it! He got so scared, he stood up, hit his head on the walkway and tumbled over onto the beach. Moe said he and Larry found Shemp unconscious face down in the sand, with his pants down and they had to clean him up. BTW, that “log” he thought he was using turned out to be a couple getting it on under the boardwalk! No wonder there was a hanky …

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    1. Wow, Kent!! Well, your story is way funnier than mine, but similar with body parts and the setting. Haha. I never saw that episode although I did watch them sometimes. Very funny! Thanks for sharing that. I liked that the handkerchief was attached to a human hand! That is memorable.

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      1. Figured you’d like that. Sheep performs his duty” and the guy or the gal takes out the hanky — it’s just too hilarious! Of course, in those days they would not have made this incident into a short, but it sure is funny!

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  8. I saw this as a pair of young otters at play, then again it also felt a bit like oceanic sci fi. What ever I liked the voice. Mike

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  9. I saw it as a game of hide and seek. I think he was taking the time to pretend he didn’t know she was there whilst all the while enjoying the sensations her bumps gave him. When finally he became a little too amorous she realised that he knew and told him long enough. Lovely tale whether I’ve got it right or wrong.

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    1. I love your interpretation, Irene! There is no right or wrong. It’s not as if I really gave any clues. A game of hide and seek….yes, I can see that. Maybe he knew all along. Thanks for your feedback.

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  10. I think he’s going to be a happy boy, whatever it is he’s found. Although it could be a modern day version of a Greek siren. They hang out near the ocean. He’d better watch out if she starts singing. Beautifully quirky story, Amy – very entertaining and intriguing.

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  13. Very intriguing where you took this! Took my mind to a number of places with so few words. Excellent writing as always, Amy. Hope you and your family have a wonderful holiday weekend! xoxo

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  15. The mood is lovely, playful and relaxed but of course now you have me puzzling and wondering. A greeting? Hm? The breeze? And why does it tickle the hairs of his nose? That’s unusual. She seems to blow or breathe that breeze. But why is she buried in the sand? These must be some mythical sea creatures. In any case, they, and this reader, are having fun. 😉

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    1. Hmm. You ask some good questions, Gah. I suppose the breeze could be tickling his nose or the ocean or the wind or maybe it is her! Love your comments. Thank you. I’m glad you had fun!

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  17. What an adorable, charming, fairy-tale like story of sweet, romance (at least, that’s what it read like)! I love the image of the happy male character rolling onto the lump in the sand flat on his back, enjoying the breeze tickling his nose hairs, knowing full well that she was the lump! And I love the blue jewels of her eyes.

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    1. Vijaya, oh your comments are magical! Thanks so much for the all these sweet thoughts. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I love that you input about him knowing full well she’s the lump. Your comments make my day!

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  24. Nice, Amy, although I’ll admit I’m not sure exactly what’s going on. I take it from the description Vinn is an animal though. Are they playing hide and seek? 🙂

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