Lost at Sea – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

 

Copyright Roger Bultot.

Flotsam, the kind of debris that ends up in the sea by accident…  accidents of carelessness, misfortune, or simply caused by the passage of time.  The flotsam on the pavement outside their apartment comprises chipped crockery, torn clothing, empty plant-pots, broken picture frames and the like.

Jetsam, on the other hand, is the stuff that is deliberately thrown overboard, sometimes in distress, occasionally in anger or just as a last resort, simply to lighten the load.

Which was I, she wonders, turning the rubbish over with her toe.

 

It’s not often I come in under 100 words, but here I am at 89, and couldn’t think of anything else to add. I suspect the Friday Fictioneers leader has no problems hitting it right on the button each week.  Thanks for all you do, Rochelle.

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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58 Responses to Lost at Sea – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Lovely meditation on rubbish, Sandra

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  2. ceayr says:

    Ah, from general rumination to personal pain in one elegant step.
    You know the rest of my comment by heart now…

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  3. Reena Saxena says:

    Brilliant composition!

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  4. Dear Sandra,
    Which one indeed? Brevity is the soul of whit. In this case truer words were never spoken. Brilliant writing as always.
    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. This is just fantastic 😊 The last line really hit me with a shaft of commiseration and memory. Really good job.

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  6. granonine says:

    My like button isn’t working, but consider your story “liked.” I stopped short today, too–92 words. Unusual. This photo kind of tells itself, doesn’t it? I can just see that woman toeing her way through the rubbish 🙂

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  7. Tannille says:

    Ouch. I think we’ve all felt like this. Nailed the last line.

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  8. Excellent piece. I love how you use the two words to highlight the character.

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  9. pennygadd51 says:

    Beautifully written, and exquisitely painful. A needle under the fingernail. What an amazing writer you are.

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  10. Dora says:

    Sandra, What a thoroughly believable and powerful meditation of someone in pain. Well done.

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  11. Ironically, during COVID I’ve been sorting and disposing.
    Your story addresses that but in a more thoughtful manner.
    Brilliant of you to have said so much about trash and make it super interesting, Sandra.
    Have a great day … Be Safe
    Isadora 😎

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  12. msjadeli says:

    I’ve wondered that same thing myself more than once. Informative as I didn’t know the diff between those two words. Great writing, as usual, Sandra.

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  13. Sue says:

    An interesting reflection. I hope she realizes she is not rubbish, but a treasure waiting to be found! Great writing, especially in so few words.

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  14. Iain Kelly says:

    A lot depends on the conclusion she reaches to that question. Nice meditation Sandra.

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  15. michael says:

    I hope that your character opens a door to a bright future.

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  16. Powerful last line! I guess you are what you believe to be not what the other person believes you to be.

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  17. Dale says:

    Brilliantly done, Sandra. Why use 100 when 89 will suffice?

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  18. Wow powerful stuff, equating people to flotsam and jetsam is a sad comparison, but true

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  19. subroto says:

    A reflective and almost philosophical take. A perfect story in 89 words.

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  20. notestowomen says:

    Beautifully written, Sandra. I can actually picture her turning the rubbish over with her toe as she asks herself a very searching question.

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  21. draliman says:

    Poor woman, discarded. Quite a searching question she’s asking herself.

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  22. plaridel says:

    flotsam and jetsam, i learned two new words today 🙂

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  23. A reflection of someone in pain, brilliantly written. An incredible last line.

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  24. Bill says:

    Indeed, two seafaring words applied to lost landlubbers. Well done, Sandra.

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  25. Dee | Grammy's Grid says:

    Well done!

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  26. James McEwan says:

    Yes, there is always those feeling at some point of our lives. A well observed story of human pondering.

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  27. ahtdoucette says:

    The last line caught me in the heart. I think we have all been there at what point or the other. I hope she is able to move on. Well written.

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  28. Ooh. I really like this. Wonderfully told and you didn’t even need the full 100 words.

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  29. robprice59 says:

    Flotsam floats whilst jetsam sinks (I think). Enjoyed your piece.

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