It’s only when Ma and Pa wake me that I realise that the cries weren’t in my dreams. I’m told to get dressed quickly. Truth be told there’s not much to put on – a shirt and the only pair of breeches that I own. I dress and sit on my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and watching the cruisie lamp throwing its flickering light against the stone walls.

Ma comes for me soon enough, her face grim. We’re out of our longhouse and walking up to the cliffs before I’ve finished yawning. Pa is up ahead, his lantern swinging a pool of light ahead and behind him. Soon it joins a dozen others, all of them bobbing in the hands of grim-faced crofters. Ma, my sister and I hurry to keep up.

The screams are louder now and as we crest the cliffs we see her. The ship is exactly where I knew she’d be, at a strange angle against the rocks, a collier by the look of her. She’s heaving in the swell. I can hear the deck planks groaning and through the rain and the sea spray I can see small figures clinging to the rigging and the masts.

It’s cold. I try to snatch the shawl that my sister has thought to bring out with her. Ma stops me and we all turn back to watch the ship. There’s nothing we can do. That fact doesn’t stop us looking, though. The whole village comes up when there’s a ship run aground. It’s not something that we enjoy, exactly. Pa says that we’ve got a duty to go, that if our lanterns on the cliffs give those sailors some small measure of comfort we’ll have done our bit.

There’s tales from the folk up the coast. Stories that we stand by as men drown. Mutterings that sailors are thrown back into the sea after clambering onto the rocks. I don’t know anything about that. What I do know is that it’ll be light in a few hours. It’s only a collier, sure, but it’s not every day a ship founders, even on this headland. There’ll be rich pickings in the shallows.


***Thanks for reading, folks. Any comments or likes greatly appreciated. The painting is ‘A Shipwreck in a Storm’, by Jean Pillement, 1728-1808***

11 thoughts on “Foundering

      1. If you like, I was thinking of raising awareness of some great underappreciated flash-fiction writers in my next Award – would you recommend anyone in particular whose stories you’ve enjoyed yet don’t have a large following & could benefit from a larger audience?

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      2. Wow, that’s ever so kind of you! 😀 I’d be honoured to get linked for other bloggers. Thank you for considering me!
        As it’s a flash fiction I’m especially proud of, would it be alright if you linked to my ‘Warfighter, Peacemaker’ story?

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      3. Thanks ever so much. I was going to signpost your blog alongside other great flash-fiction writers / poets / writing advice blogs in my next Mystery Blogger Award, so would you recommend any flash-fic writers/poets on WP whose work you’ve consistently enjoyed?


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