Friday Fictioneers – The Walker’s Tale

~ neilmacdon
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When the first pair of shoes turned up, well, I were delighted. I put them on and walked. Them ten league boots took me all the way from John O’Groats to Lands End. I walked clear out of them and settled on the promontory overlooking the bean green Atlantic. Waiting

Today, a second pair of boots on my moss-gnawed doorstep. Sinister derelict things. With a note tucked into the right shoe. I couldn’t pull it out, and anyway I can’t read. But I know what it says.

Pebbles crunching. I walk into the ocean. It’s so very cold.

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields, who has given us boots before, to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

My story is a companion piece to Walker, written in response to the first pair of boots.

95 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Walker’s Tale”

  9. These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do. Though it looks like they are going to take him to Davy Jones’ Locker. Loved the “moss-gnawed doorstep”.

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  14. Neil, loved this and there’s a lovely voice in it that’s quite person and you’ve captured the colloquialisms well. I decided to be different and say I loved a different phrase: moss-gnawed doorstep. Sinister derelict things.
    I’m thinking he should’ve burned those shoes. They mean trouble.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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  31. Thanks to the link to the first piece. These work so well together – the mystery is explained, or rather another mystery presented to think about and ponder on.

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