Footprints in the Sand – An AFA Challenge

Frank, over at A Frank Angle, a wonderful blogger and expert in getting his readers to participate in various challenges, has created yet a new one.  Write a 150-or-less word story on the image below.  Well, as an avid participant of Friday Fictioneers, how could I resist?  Plus, an extra fifty words – What??  The rules and regs are quite simple.  We all get the same picture and must title our story:  “Footprints in the Sand”.  Frank first mentioned the challenge on July 2, explaining just how this whole party works.  Go ahead and join in on the fun!

Genre:  Contemplation

Word Count:  150

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

It was early.  Way too early for the regular folk and she loved it that way.  Alone with her thoughts, she felt peaceful, almost meditative.  As she gazed across the sand into the indigo of the ocean, she noticed a set of footprints.

They reminded her of her late friend, Roxanne.   She still carried the plasticized card with that biblical “Footprints” poem.  She couldn’t remember when or why Roxie gave it to her but she had kept it all these years anyway.  She wasn’t the praying kind nor the church-going type but that card definitely had a special place in her heart.

She never thought she was being “carried by Jesus” when she lost her son, father, husband over the years.  She was resilient.  Life was tough sometimes and you just had to deal with what came your way.  But maybe, without focusing on it, she’d had a little help?

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For those of you who’ve not read the poem, here it is:

 

Sunday Gratitude – August 30, 2015

My boys start school this coming Wednesday.  Can you see me dancing and whooping?  No, no, it’s not what you think.  It’s not just that they are going to be out of the house five days per week.  It’s because we will start to have a reasonable schedule!  Me, especially!  I’ve been out of control with these late nights and late wake-ups.  I feel I could be doing so much more but when you start so late…

I shall not lament on my shortcomings as this is a positive post.  I shall focus on the good stuff!  Such as this delicious Strawberry Shortcake, Julia Child’s French version!  Only one itty-bitty piece left!  Mind you, we were 15 noshing on it!

Gratitude List

  1. Love it when the whole family gets together.  Thanks, Tracy, for getting Mom to come down and having us all over for a serious over-eating escapade!

  2. So happy my dentist was able to squeeze us in despite my boys’ tardiness.

  3. How sweet is Frank to name me his “Maître D” for his latest “Dance” musical!  He says it’s because I participate a lot; I say it’s the equivalent of having a big mouth and overly giving my two cents’ worth!

  4. Super happy I’ve got two brand-new meals clients who picked up their very first batches this week-end.  Fingers crossed they like them!

  5. A lot of laughs and serious conversations and things happen when getting together with Patti.  We’ll remember this one for a while, eh?

aFa Dance Short Shory Challenge

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Latest challenge has been issued by Frank from A Frank Angle.  You see, back in May, he wrote his first attempt at a short story (a fine job indeed) and his ending left his readers in all sorts of states!  He thought it would be a grand idea to ask said readers to rewrite the ending in 75 words or less.  Well, as one who cannot ignore such a summons, here is my two cents’ worth!

The music starts – its tempo and rhythms define the dance. He approaches her table, and extends an inviting hand. She accepts. They take to the floor. He offers a hand and a frame. Again, she accepts, but looks away while in hold as if to say, “I’ll dance – but I’m not interested.”

They move to the music’s sharp, fiery rhythms that are intertwined with sensuality. Their eyes continue gazing in opposite directions to avoid a visual connection – yet, their bodies touch.

They dance – they move – sometimes slow – sometimes fast – but always sharp and to rhythm.

He rolls her out – they flick in unison. He tugs to roll her back into his arms. She shrugs him off by returning to hold with her head turned away. Their steps continue.

He steps back – a lunge – a corté. She steps forward and raises her leg against his, and slowly moves it downward as a caress. He notices – she’s got his attention. As he returns her to upright, their eyes connect through a glimpse – yet each looks away.

The pace seeming hastens. The musical beat remains steady. Their moves remain sharp. Their eyes are starting to communicate to the other through glances.

She leans her body into him and her head is no longer facing away. They lock their eyes for the first time, and her eyes and face speak to him then. She places her head on his chest.

The normally sharp fans are now slow and smooth – yet still to the music’s rhythm. As she turns, his right hand slides naturally along her sleek frame. He notices the curvature of her hips. His head is not as high as he looks toward her with hopes of connecting again.

To him, her face displays desire. Her eyes are closed, but only she knows why. They are now in another place. To him, they are in the midst of passion. To her, she is the seductress who has succumbed to his fantasy.

He responds to the music’s fire with 8 fast steps down the floor. He rolls out as before, but on her return, she is close – and her right hand slowly caresses his face. The music ends.

He walks her back to her table, flushed and bright-eyed, and raises her hand to his lips.  “Until next time”, he whispers, and walks away.

She shakes her head and sits down to catch her breath and is startled by her boyfriend’s voice.  “So, really, there is nothing going on between you two, right?   Sure as hell didn’t look like it to me.  Do you have something to tell me?”

So… I leave you with a little tango!