“Ever see anything, you know, unusual?” the reporter asked, pouring the captain another Budweiser.
“Nothing I couldn’t explain away. But there was this one time, very early in the morning, must have been a mirage or something.”
He lit another cigarette.
“I saw a sailboat, oh, three miles out, rise out of the water and glide up into the sky.”
“Like right out of…”
The captain smiled. “The Silmarillion, or something.”
The reporter did a double take.
“Never judge a man by his cover, young man,” said the captain, stubbing out his cigarette. “Always loved Tolkien. Always will.”
This is for the cashier at the barbacue place who was reading “The Shadow Rising” by Robert Jordan. He made me think of fantasy lovers in incongruous places. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: