Globe Gobble

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge. For this week thanks to Eric Wickland of Momusnews for giving us the first line to go with the photo.

Finish the story begins with:  At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it. 2015-06-15-bw-beacham

A walk by the beach was a daily ritual for me. Today was no different…sea gulls, lonely shore, ferocious waves and cool sea breeze. Casting an impression on the soft wet sand, I walked.

Something shone in the sand like a piece of sun fallen from the sky. I went near it.

“Ah! What a beautiful marble.” I said, and picked it up.

I found a perfect place for it at home – in a bowl full of sea shells.

Touch…it wanted to be touched…more than once. I had picked it up twice and touched it more than three times marveling at its hollow beauty.

Spell…an unknown spell was broken and I could see liquid gold gushing through its cracks.

Fire…it breathed life and turned into a ball of fire.

It didn’t burn me, but I stared at it. Hollow turned into pure beauty. In a moment everything changed.

Shift…our gaze had interchanged. Now it was observing me from outside.

Trapped… I wondered if I’ll be visible to Billy when he comes home.

Call from her

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with:  “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

“Why am I here? What am I doing here?” she said.

She took out her cell phone.

“My sweet baby. Why did you leave us and go? I should have protected you from everything. I’m your mom.” she said.

With a heavy heart she started walking towards the sea. She stood deep in it. The dark blue water first ate her body and then slowly swallowed her head. Her eyes… now closed.

She was happy; she was running after her little baby.

“Don’t go away Jamie. Come to mommy.” she screamed loudly.

“Are you alright, hon?” asked James.

“Oh! It was Jamie. I so wish that I never wake up from these dreams. It is the only time that seems real to me.”

James took her in his arms as she cried the whole night.

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Copyright – Barbara Beacham

A great thanks once again to Barbara. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments too.

An Outline

In capturing silhouettes I realized that they appeared like shadows-dark, except they were not shadows but were outlines of what truly is.

Silhouettes that I gathered for this weeks’ photo challenge are below. Hope you enjoy, cause I enjoyed taking each shot.

Strong tree trunk

When I had clicked this I had no idea how it would turn out. It was a cloudy winter day and the sun was setting. What I saw was a soft pink murky sky. I think more than the sky I liked this tree, which is just a bare tree trunk, but it displays a very strong outline. It seemed somewhat artistic to me, so I captured it.

 

Beach in Goa

This might not be the best of the shots that you have seen but I liked the beach shot. I remember I had raced to capture the sun set but was late and hence decided to capture something. And this was that something. Inspite of the blue sky and the sandy outline the dark palm trees caught my sight instantly after I saw the picture in the processed form.

 

Tree reaching to sky

I love the flower on this tree; I don’t know the name. The flower is a bright deep red and its texture is fleshy. It normally blooms during the summer months. When I saw this tree with my favourite flowers blooming on it I wanted to capture it. But as you can see the sun had decided to set and what I got was an outline of the tree. I was a little disheartened not to find my favourite red flower in the shot but was happy to have captured this tree instead. Somehow it shows the desperate desire of the tree to reach towards the sky and touch it.

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