Casting Off – Friday Fictioneers, April 2020

Copyright Jeff Arnold

A tsunami of memories overwhelms her.

Long summer twilights, chilled wine hauled from the murky depths beside the boat, steel halyards tinkling against the mast, and strakes rubbing irritably against foreign quays.

His boat, spotted from the harbour wall, is well past its best; they both are now.

There’s movement below decks.  She should climb on board, say hello… just passing through.  They always said they’d find each other again… soul mates, kindred spirits.

Their journey, they’d said, would bind them together irrevocably.  Nothing would change.

But the past is a foreign country.

And they do things differently there.

She walks by.

 

This photo had me reminiscing about more carefree times. Freedom of movement is something you tend not to notice… until it’s gone.  Friday Fictioneers is about as far from home as most of us are getting these days, thanks to Rochelle.  Stay home, stay safe and well.

 

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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65 Responses to Casting Off – Friday Fictioneers, April 2020

  1. neilmacdon says:

    I love the absence of sentimentality here. It’s so true. I’m reminded of the old Greek adage that you can never step in the same river twice (though we keep trying)

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  2. I love that: the past is another country and they do things differently there. For all the what is, it’s so true. Time and change make their own divisions. Beautiful!

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    • Sandra says:

      L P Hartley – The Go Between. I can’t take any credit for it, other than being able to recognise a good line when I read one. 🙂 Thanks for reading, Sascha.

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  3. Tannille says:

    Strong emotion here. How time changes everything.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Thank heavens we have the freedom of memories in these strange times. Yes returning to old haunts is usually challenging

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  5. Wonderful imagery. Evocative and beautifully written, Sandra.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  6. Dear Sandra,

    The past is a foreign country. So much pathos and metaphor. Well done.

    Shalom and continued health,

    Rochelle

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  7. Anita says:

    Past is a different country and we want to be citizens there.
    But, need to continue here.
    Stay home. Stay safe.

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  8. Iain Kelly says:

    An autobiography from your days days on the water Sandra? Looking forward to the day we are allowed to retrace some of our favourite steps.

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  9. Lovely and sad. I enjoyed how you paint the past in splashes. I especially like the nautical jargon. Well done.

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  10. Lynn Love says:

    That opening description really smacks of experience there, Sandra. A lady who knows from whence she speaks :).
    I love that hint of temptation, that her past is just a few steps away, and yet she knows there’s no going back. And she’s wise I think – we can’t undo the intervening years and they’ve both changed in that time. The past is a different country and they are different people. Wonderful stuff

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    • Sandra says:

      When I was writing this, I was thinking of the times I’ve seen someone from long, long ago and I’ve ended up dodging the reunion. I still don’t know why. Do I not want to see them? Or do I not want them to see me? Thanks for reading.

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    • Sandra says:

      I seem to have lost my original reply in the posting. I was musing on the decisions you have to make when you suddenly come across someone from the dim and distant past. And why you make them. Thanks for reading, Lynn.

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  11. ceayr says:

    I loved ‘Long summer twilights’ and everything before and after.
    And I learned a new word – strakes – which shows I’m no sailor.
    Other than that this is just your usual devastating insight into humanity.
    Do you really see into our souls?

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  12. granonine says:

    Sadly beautiful, Sandra. Loved it.

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  13. Dale says:

    You brought me back to the days on father’s boat. Definitely feels like a foreign country. Beautifully written, Sandra.

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  14. The past is a foreign country.And they do things differently there…very famous lines. Loved your ‘tempting story;.

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  15. msjadeli says:

    Excellent story! I agree with Neel, “The past is a foreign country. And they do things differently there.” is a keeper.

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  16. msjadeli says:

    p.s. I didn’t realize that was a quote by L.P. Hartley!

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  17. pennygadd51 says:

    I love the way you’ve constructed this, taking us to a high point with “Their journey, they’d said, would bind them together irrevocably. Nothing would change.” and then cleverly darken the mood, fading into solitude. Very accomplished writing, Sandra.

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  18. Nobbinmaug says:

    Promises scarcely stand up to time. Sometimes, the past is better left in the past. Sometimes, the best is yet to come if I may quote Mr. Sinatra. Regardless of the outcome, your tale was beautifully crafted.

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  19. A poignant reminder that we can never go back to those better days. It’s probably best she walked by and kept her memories as they are. Excellent piece!

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  20. Well done! Sometimes, as times change, so do perceptions and promises and their meaning. Nicely penned!

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  21. Sometimes the ship really has sailed.
    Greetings from home, where I’m grateful to find shelter.
    I’ve missed you all.
    Tracey

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  22. A novel in a 100 words. Beautifully done, Sandra.

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  23. Leave the past in its box, with the fine memories that reside there. Good stuff

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  24. plaridel says:

    ennui is a virus that kills any relationlship. social distancing can help.. 🙂

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  25. MythRider says:

    Nice story, but too bad. Now she’ll never know.

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  26. 4963andypop says:

    The sadness of opportunities missed! You summed up a relationship in a few words, but who has the courage to jump into another person’s life mid-stream? Yet i cannot help but feel it was a mistake.

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  27. Goodness! This is just lovely. I love going down to the harbor in Bellingham Bay and listen to the songs created by the halyards and masts.

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  28. draliman says:

    I love the ides that they “do things differently” in the past. Very true.

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  29. I liked how she debated going in. I wish she had. Wonderfully written Sandra!

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  30. Well done, it brought back many memories — that I want to stay memories. Sometimes dredging up the past doesn’t mean we can re-live it. And refusing it can take courage.

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  31. I love the way you create the mood of the boat in the harbor,and the tantalizing choices.I find it somehow haunting.

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  32. magarisa says:

    The past is a foreign country indeed. Beautifully descriptive writing.

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