Your Story: Fun Slide

Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photos.  You can write a story, a poem or even just one word.  You decide.  To see previous Your Story posts click on “Story Time” on the right.

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10 responses to “Your Story: Fun Slide

  1. The yacght is white and impeccably shiny. The deck hand works hour after hour and then begins again. He’s careful to wear socks and use a cloth to open the doors ao that every detail remains impeccable. When he gets a rare free moment he goes to the crow’s nest to look out over the water this yacht seldom sails over. But once a year at least they sail to Mardi Gras. The sails instead of vanilla white are party striped and lit with party lights. The deck hand still maintains the shine but not as meticulously. His time is spent in that crow’s nest not dreaming, but savoring the wind, the water and soon the festivities. A true sailor, a traveler at heart.

  2. Sue looked up at Norman as he sat passively at the top of the slide waiting for the next group of kids to come running up the steps for their run down. it was strange to see him like this. it was strange to see Norm at home in summer at all.

    She had gotten used to seeing him leave in the springs and summers to work on construction jobs in other parts of the country and seeing him only sporadically when he came home for a long weekend or she went out to wherever he was working at the time to visit him. Those times were all too precious and short; she had developed a strong dislike of spring and summer because of that.

    Norm had stayed home this year as his ailing father had decided to hand the family business off to Norm and his younger brother, Richard. The business was a lumberyard, it was successful and a long standing fixture in the town. Norm took some temporary jobs while Richard and their father worked on the legalities of the business transfer.

    Sue would soon have much more of Norm at home, but she was sure she could get used to it. Perhaps she wouldn’t associate spring and summer with loneliness and longing anymore.

  3. “The Lookout”

    He sat nervously. Watching everything and anything. His buds were casing the business office, waiting for when would be the best time. The night’s receipts were too tempting to ignore for the little fair. When they came back, they were empty handed. The lookout was relieved the idea was dropped. No one ever spoke again of what they had in mind. Score one for wisdom.

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