Friday Fictioneers — The Blowing of the Conch

AA23BE06-29D7-44E7-8CE2-AD081F895F59At the same time every afternoon, he would shimmy up the bent trunk of the palm tree.

He would work his way out on the palm’s trunk just high enough to get a wide angle view of the horizon.

He would survey the sea, his eyes scanning from the south to the north and then back again.

And he would patiently wait until he saw the first signs of the outriggers breaking the horizon.

Then he would pick up his conch shell and blow loud to notify the villagers that the fishermen would be arriving home with the day’s catch.

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Susan Eames.

39 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — The Blowing of the Conch

  1. Renard Moreau May 31, 2019 / 7:10 am

    🙂 Fandango, that is another brilliant piece of writing, my friend!

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      • Renard Moreau May 31, 2019 / 7:58 am

        🙂 You are most welcome as always, Fandango!

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  2. Sadje May 31, 2019 / 12:23 pm

    Great take on the prompt

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    • Fandango June 1, 2019 / 7:23 am

      Thank you Susan. An inspiring photo, for sure.

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  3. bearmkwa June 1, 2019 / 6:59 am

    Love your version of the “town cryer”. I’ve heard the shell’s deep blow while in the islands. A good sound it was, too.

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  4. Marleen June 1, 2019 / 8:16 am

    Wow… you really made that picture contemplative.

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  5. granonine June 1, 2019 / 9:03 am

    You took us right there, watching and waiting and blowing that conch. Wonderful story.

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  6. gahlearner June 1, 2019 / 11:58 am

    Beautiful writing, brings us right into the scene. I can hear and see it.

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    • Fandango June 1, 2019 / 2:51 pm

      “Am I the only one who assumed he was waiting for drug delivery?” Ha. I think you are!

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