Flash fiction – Homeward bound

Time for another flash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here is the picture prompt:

Dhow in harbour

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

They stop on the bridge looking down over the harbour. She grips the railings like she might jump. Next to her, he touches a finger to his lips. ‘Salt,’ he says.

‘Which boat would you choose, if you could, to go home in?’ Her voice is dreamy.

He’s thinking of moules et frites in the little café not two hundred yards away. ‘Home?’ It’s almost a foreign word.

‘Yes. Not that one with the cracked keel; it wouldn’t even make it across the Mediterranean. But, oh, look!’ She’s jumping up and down.

He follows her finger.

‘The dhow,’ she says. ‘Of course! What better boat to sail back to Africa!’


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12 thoughts on “Flash fiction – Homeward bound

    • Thanks Rochelle. I don’t think it’s really a dhow in the picture but it reminded me of one – and of long ago times watching them ply the coast off Zanzibar, Dar es Salaam and Pemba…..


    • Me either, but it would be romantic, yes – at least until the storms hit.

      Mind you, dhows were used (still are? Albeit maybe motorised) between Asia & Africa, across the Persian Gulf – and that can’t have been at all fun.

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  1. Nicely done. You get the sense that she would like to return but he’s resigned to staying and has no thoughts about their former home. The moules et frites line illustrates this brilliantly.


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