The Silent Movement of Fish

Copyright Dawn Q. Landau

The waves churned, pulling away from the beach, pulling away more of the stone foot. Sophie stared, captivated by this last little redoubt of land, bitten away by the sea. Red-walled and open to the elements, a cascade of stairs tumbled to the beach, inviting her in.

Up she climbed.

The little house creaked and moaned, in counterpoint to the howling wind that seemed to carry her mother’s voice along with it. She imagined cold nights and monstrous waves, the clean smell of salt drying and the filth of seaweed rotting, heard the calls of gulls and saw the silent movement of fish in the cold water. She felt that loneliness, of the lighthouse keeper, of the exile, and though she was too young to understand that vast, empty feeling she ran as the tide advanced again.

Her mother was waiting at its foot, and pulled her close. “Sophie, honey, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

“Whatever, Mum…I’m fine.”

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, as well as for the Trifecta Writing Challenge! Comments and criticism always welcome!Β 


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22 thoughts on “The Silent Movement of Fish

  1. Beautiful descriptions.

  2. Dear Chris,

    Beautifully vivid images. I could see, hear and taste them.



  3. I like that you tickle the sense of smell in your description. Very well done.

  4. Lala Rukh says:

    Loved the story and the beautiful photo πŸ™‚

  5. KymmInBarcelona says:

    This especially resonates as I just finished The Shipping News.
    Love the proximity of the clean smell and the filth of rotting seaweed.
    Very haunting scenery.

  6. pattisj says:

    This is a feast for the senses.

  7. Momo says:

    Your language and descriptions here are so full of movement, and the sensory details are unique and beautiful. This is an incredible piece of writing!

  8. Draug419 says:

    Lovely work!

  9. As I just finished saying on another post, people under-estimate the intuitive nature of children. Not surprised at all that she had the sense of the place that she did. My youngest daughter is named, Sophie, btw. Loved “your Sophie”, too. πŸ™‚

  10. Creepy and cold and unsettling. I loved it. Thanks for linking up.

  11. Gorgeous writing. “bitten away by the sea”…I shall think of that phrase all day :))) Much deserved Trifecta win this week. Congratulations, Chris!

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