The Silver Surfer…it’s Six Sentence Thursday

It’s Thursday so why not write a 6 Sentence story. Well, maybe not a story. Maybe a 6 sentence fragment. Yeah, that’s it. Fragment. It’s Zoe’s thing, ya know and a darned good thing too. She offers the challenge every week to any and all to throw some letters, a few words, up on the screen, today’s version of pen and paper. 6 sentences. No more, no less.  So here it goes….

The silver haired surfer gazed hungrily at the roiling waves tempting, teasing, taunting him.
Propped sloppily in an ancient chair, like an oft used stage prop soon destined to be cataloged and archived amidst other relics in a warehouse not of his choosing, he let slip a tear. There were no blinds or curtains on the window, all the more to torment eyes long used to the stinging of salt and sea spray the same salt and sea spray that glazed the panes of clear glass just beyond his reach. The energy was still there, coursing through a frame twisted, like an aged juniper tree welded to a coastline ravaged by decades of storms, every element nature can inflict. This day, he would have given his one remaining leg for the opportunity to walk out of the 2 story faded stucco building. And then he would run, run across sand swept hot asphalt, a lover to his beloved, thankful for burning sand beneath his soles, small price to pay for the chance to embrace the ocean one last time.

 

Image result for gnarled tree on coastline

 

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17 comments

  1. Stella Carousel · January 27, 2017

    Wow, this is an amazingly good story.

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  2. zoe · January 27, 2017

    Wow that was awesome… I haven’t had time to get to sss yet but saw your title and had to read it.

    The Silver Surfer was my comic book hero… He had such a conscience…

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  3. Clark Scottroger · January 27, 2017

    nice…. could smell the salt air

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  4. Keith's Ramblings · January 27, 2017

    One more time…I hope he made it. Delightful.

    Click here to read my six!

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  5. Just J · January 27, 2017

    So well done. I could feel his longing to return to the water’s edge once more.

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  6. Kristi · January 28, 2017

    It is so hard when a body won’t do what the mind thinks it should.

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  7. Pat B · January 29, 2017

    A aged surfer with one remaining leg makes me wonder what happened to his other leg. That photo of the twisted tree is an excellent choice for the descriptive phrases you used to describe him. No two juniper trees look exactly alike, but most of the older ones do have a twisted appearance.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge · January 29, 2017

      That is the mystery but I’m willing to bet being in the ocean had something to do with it! The question is where did the “accident” occur? 😀
      Thanks! I have always loved trees, the aged ones mostly.

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  8. Sageleaf · January 30, 2017

    Twisted trees and scenes of the ocean…ah…good story! And keeps me wondering about the surfer’s life. So INTERESTING! You’re good at this. 🙂

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge · January 30, 2017

      Thank you Sageleaf! I wonder if I need to go back to visit him 😀
      I so appreciate your encouragement 🙂

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  9. Sageleaf · February 19, 2017

    Pretttyyyyyyy new theme/background here, by the way. 🙂 Just hopped over to see what you’re up to…and saw that.
    Hope you’ve been well. I’ve been recovering from a terrible cold. 😛 Almost there. Whew!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge · February 19, 2017

      Hey you! Thanks! I’m thinking a new look and maybe, just maybe, new words will follow 😀
      Glad you stopped by 🙂
      I’m sorry to hear you were sick but happy you are on the mend.

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