Thursday photo prompt: Causeway #writephoto

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Thursday photo prompt: Causeway #writephoto


For visually challenged writers, the image shows a calm seascape in half-light, with a pathway of stone leading through the waters towards the horizon.


by Teresa Smeigh May 2020

John was perched precariously on the stone and casting his line deep into the causeway. He ignored the sign saying “Private Property! No Fishing Off the Rocks!” and kept on casting out his line.

His boat, the “Jenny Lee,” named after his wife who lost her battle with cancer last year, was anchored about 50 feet out in the deeper waters of the causeway. The sun was shining on the boat, and she had a fresh coat of paint. He admired her for a few minutes before returning to casting off again. So far, he hadn’t caught anything, but he just wanted something to occupy his mind so he wouldn’t dwell on Jenny Lee’s last days. He and Jenny Lee had often gone fishing all over the coast. Sometimes taking a long trip, just the two of them and talked about their future together long before the cancer struck.

John knew he wasn’t supposed to be fishing here. He could read the sign, but he just wanted to see if there was anything worth catching. He wasn’t sure who the property belonged to, but he had never seen a living soul whenever he ran his boat down this way. It was a beautiful place, and Jenny Lee always loved their time running up and down the causeway.

A shot rang out, and John ducked and turned. There were three angry men with guns aimed at him coming down the strip of land. Another shot rang out, and John dropped his rod and dove into the water and swam as fast as he could. Another shot rang out not far from him. He grabbed the boat and hauled himself up and quickly started the engine.

He made a run for it and hoped none of the shots hit his boat. He was thankful Jenny Lee wasn’t with him today. He would be lucky to get out of here alive. Another shot passed real close to his head, and he could see the three men were getting closer to the tip of the land.

The next shot hit the gas tank, and the boat exploded with a mighty roar. John was thrown free of his boat and started to swim as fast as he could. If he could just make it to the other side of the causeway to another piece of land, he stood a chance of getting away since the men didn’t have a boat to follow him in.

Climbing up the rocks to the land, he quickly ran through the rocks and headed for the forest on the other side. He didn’t hear any more shots, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the men thought they got him and had gone home.

He walked through the woods until he reached a road. He followed it until a truck came by. Hoping it wasn’t his friends with the guns, he put his thumb out for a ride.

The truck stopped, and three men were inside. His heart started to pound. He couldn’t tell if it was them or not. The man closest to him pulled out a gun and shot him and fatally wounded him. He was on his way to be with Jenny Lee.

*******537 words*******

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog,

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

6 thoughts on “Thursday photo prompt: Causeway #writephoto

    1. Tessa Post author

      Yes it is. I was in a melancholy mood due to this pandemic. I am in a very hard hit area and have to very careful as I am medically compromised already.


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    1. Tessa Post author

      Thanks Sue! Just sent my one for this week. At least I hope it is this week’s. I am pretty sure it said the 28th and that is not here yet. LOL!


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