(Author’s Note: Things are stable down here in Melbourne, for the time being. Grades are starting to come in, so we’re waiting to see what happens. Due to my job search, I haven’t have had much time to actually do other writing besides Friday Fictioneers, but I plan to once things get further stabilized. In the meantime, here’s today’s Fictioneers piece.)
I Am A Rock
by Miles H. Rost
(Not based on a true event or story)
The clouds boiled up in the south. The seas were calm, but they would become wild. The man stood near the edge of the craggy sandstone cliff, watching it all unfold.
The first storm of the season was about to hit his small Australian fishing village, and people were getting things ready for the haul that would come in: Felled timber from the western hills, fish from the bay.
“Fiona, you’d be proud of the people you’ve led,” the man said, as he opened the small urn. He tossed the contents into the air, nary a tear being shed.
Neatly told tale.
Yeah, it just seemed to be appropriate for what I was seeing.
Atmospheric and poignant. Love the song, always have.
Simon and Garfunkel are usually good for story-bait.
A sad tale… the point seems right to let the ash free…
One could say it was a final offering…
That’s beautiful, and it reads like a true story, even if it isn’t. Great song, too.
Sounds like a perfect time for a funeral.
The calm before the storm. Usually the right time.