Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Writing Exercise: It Was An Odd Way To Start The Day

It's been a while, but today I thought I'd publish a piece of flash fiction that I wrote Monday for one of our Writers' Group Exercises. We each picked a random sentence and had to then let our imaginations go woth the flow...

Sentence: It was an odd way to start the day...

It was an odd way to start the day but who was I to complain. After everything that had happened recently a touch of normality was needed - but it felt strange.

I say it was an odd way to start the day; waking up to the smell of coffee and pancakes simmering away was one if the best ways to start a day - but as I mentioned before, it felt strange.

For the last few years I had been held captive by Pirates off the Turkish shores. I had originally set out with my wife in our yacht for a sail through the Med, something that wasn't unhead of. We had spent many months sailing the world but on this particular occasion, our trip didn't go to plan.

Our yacht was seized, we were captured and our belongings ransacked and sold on. I spent a month or so with my wife, chained in the brig of one of their ships before we were seperated.

After that I heard rumours of the pirates asking for a ransom. The fact that payment was refused infuriated them to the core. It was something they later loved to taunt me with, the fact that no one cared for me enough to pay.

I never saw my wife again. For years I was forced into labour on board their ship. If I couldn't earn them money through a ransom I would earn my keep another way.

Eventually I was able to plan my escape. With the shores of India in sight I waited until I was unguarded, something that now happened quite often, and I slipped overboard and swam to safetly. Once there I managed to seek help and was offered a hotel room while officials done their job.

This morning, after spending my first night in a bed that wasn't floating, I woke to the smell of coffee and pancakes. It was nice but I knew I wouldn't enjoy it. I strangely missed the rough handling that usually accompanied the rising sun - and I missed my wife.

Today, I knew, was to mark the first day of my search for her. I didn't care of the outcome, whether she was dead or sold on somewhere, but I knew I couldn't rest until I knew.

10 comments:

  1. That was an ending I didn't see coming...on Monday night anyway.

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    1. I do try to keep you all on your toes...lol

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  2. This was so well done. He should be happy. He's free, but he's not. I love how you did this. Beautiful.

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    1. THank you Kelley. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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  3. Wow. Where's the rest??? Don't you just love writing exercises? This could totally turn into a book, DRC. Yes?

    I've tagged you on my blog! Absolutely no pressure to play, but if you have the time, I would really like to hear your answers to my questions. :)

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    1. I do love a good writing exercise. Sometimes they can turn into so much more. My novel, Son of Jack, was born from a random exercise...

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  4. Thank you Jarmara. Glad you enjoyed it.

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  5. I've often thought that the Somalian pirates would make a great background for a story.

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  6. Ugh, I guess we'll find out on the 1st what happens to our followers.

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