Friday, 25 April 2025

100 Words: Sea Fog

It was twisting, rolling up the beach like a live beast.  At the castle it blew across the lawns and over hedges like a ghost horse.  We came for Easter, spring sunshine, lambs and so on.  Instead we got cold and a creepy fog following us around.

It felt like we were stuck in a Victorian period drama, like a seaside Jack the Ripper was waiting at the end of the pier, hiding within the fog, waiting for victims to enter his trap.  We stayed away from the pier.

All in all you could say it was a disappointing trip.



Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 



PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

5 comments:

  1. At least there's the return to work to look forward to

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  2. You describe it so well. Disappointing to have a vacay ruined with bad weather.

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  3. That's no fun, vacationed turned sour. I hope at least restaurant and entertainment options were good.

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  4. Living in Alaska, I have come to understand that weather is not a deciding factor. Very nice write.

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