At 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.
Fish for dinner again.
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Always fish!
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That’s such a very important job
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🙂 Fandango, that is another brilliant piece of writing, my friend!
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Thank you, Renard. I appreciate that.
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🙂 You are most welcome as always, Fandango!
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Nice one!
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Wonderful story.
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Thanks, Li.
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Great take on the prompt
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Thanks.
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Welcome 🙏
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A slice of true island life….very visual!
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Thanks.
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You’re linked, Fandango.
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Thanks, Rochelle.
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I was back in Hawaii for a few seconds. Thanks, Tracey
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My favourite take of the week! Simply brilliant.
My go at Friday Fictioneers!
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Thank you, Keith.
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Great little story!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you Susan. An inspiring photo, for sure.
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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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Thanks.
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Wow… you really made that picture contemplative.
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You took us right there, watching and waiting and blowing that conch. Wonderful story.
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Thanks so much.
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Beautiful writing, brings us right into the scene. I can hear and see it.
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Thank you. Very kind words.
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Lovely description of everyday life and the routine of returning fishermen.
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Thanks, James.
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Am I the only one who assumed he was waiting for drug delivery? Well done.
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“Am I the only one who assumed he was waiting for drug delivery?” Ha. I think you are!
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Good story Fandango!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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Wonderful slice of life.
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Thanks.
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A historical feel to this one!
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Time to get supply of fresh fish. He is doing his job well.
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