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Fade to Black

August 11, 2011

This week, Jason Warden, Aaron Conaway and I are each writing a flash based on the following photo prompt by the fabulous Icy Sedgwick.


Fog rolled in over the pier, pushed ashore by the coming night. The tiny island disappeared first, then the boats tethered in the harbor, until even the rail a few yards away was nothing but a misty memory. The damp air clung to his lips and throat leaving a salty residue on his tongue.

He’d arrived early, flowers in hand, muscles twitching with excitement, adrenaline drowning out his fear. His grin had garnered him a few odd looks from passersby, but he didn’t care. She was coming. That’s all that mattered.

The crowd thinned with no sign of her. He clutched his hope like a life line until he was the only one left, smothered in a blanket of fog, choking on the fear that he’d been made a fool. He dropped the flowers, anger bubbling over his hurt, when a hand gripped his. Cool fingers wove between his and he smiled.

“You came,” he whispered.

“I promised.”

His skin cooled against her icy touch.

“Are you ready?”

He nodded and released his final breath as they faded into the fog.

You can find the other stories here:
“Transparent Love” by Jason Warden
“Homesick” by Aaron Conaway

27 Comments leave one →
  1. August 11, 2011 10:16 PM

    Awesome Danni. Oddly, we used similar verbage. I felt like I was reading an alternate version of my own and I liked it.

  2. August 11, 2011 10:47 PM

    Wonderul Danni! Beautifully written, I love it. Thank you for sharing!

    🙂 Lisa

  3. August 12, 2011 1:08 AM

    Beautifully painted scene. And it was a treat to see three takes on the same photo.

  4. August 12, 2011 1:13 AM

    Aw so glad my photo could inspire something as fabulous as this!

  5. August 12, 2011 1:56 AM

    Evocative and wonderful picturesque, thanks dani another wonderful short piece of flash.

  6. August 12, 2011 5:03 AM

    Wonderful, as usual! Amazingly well done, Danni

  7. August 12, 2011 5:58 AM

    Fantastic imagery! I take back all the teasing from yesterday! 🙂 Well done!

  8. FARfetched permalink
    August 12, 2011 8:04 AM

    Dare I say it? Great atmosphere!

  9. August 12, 2011 8:10 AM

    “…leaving a salty residue on his tongue.” my fav. Lovely piece and the ending was very interesting, so many open idea there to explore. Nicely done! 🙂

  10. L.M. Stull permalink
    August 12, 2011 8:25 AM

    This is absolutely breathtaking! Marvelous job 🙂

  11. August 12, 2011 9:17 AM

    A really beautiful and evocative piece xxx

  12. August 12, 2011 9:27 AM

    Excellent story! There’s something about fog that makes everything seem otherworldly, creep, and, well, neat. Glad it ended happy for them.

  13. August 12, 2011 11:33 AM

    So much longing and release, packed into so few lines. A perfect flash.

  14. August 12, 2011 11:35 AM

    Great job fitting all that in to so few words.

  15. August 12, 2011 11:44 AM

    Wonderfully written. It read fast but there was so much there. I applaud you.

  16. August 12, 2011 11:47 AM

    So few words used and yet so much said. Very impressed with this. Good work!

  17. August 12, 2011 1:21 PM

    Touching end. I likes.

  18. August 12, 2011 2:53 PM

    Perfect flash. Wonderful use of imagery.


  19. August 12, 2011 4:02 PM

    Pretty and tender, too. Really liked it!

  20. August 12, 2011 8:50 PM

    Awesome, Mom! I loved it!

  21. August 12, 2011 11:19 PM

    Incredible, Danni! You painted the scene beautifully and then caught me off guard with the ending. I love it.

  22. August 13, 2011 6:33 AM

    I’ll go with Fog Girl over the Democracy of Uneasy Stares any day.

  23. August 13, 2011 9:08 AM

    Thank you all for stopping by and taking time to leave comments. You guys are all too awesome for words.

    And thank you to the fabulous Icy for the awesome. Jason, Aaron and I had a great time sharing the prompt.

  24. August 14, 2011 6:51 PM

    Very well done. Great imagery and atmosphere with a minimum of words. Very well done!

  25. August 14, 2011 7:00 PM

    This has a supernatural feel to it. Can’t decide if she is real or something else. I like the antisipation, the hope, the instant of disappointment that is flipped and fullfilled.

  26. diannewaye permalink
    August 27, 2011 6:53 AM

    You had me standing on the pier, in the Bay of Fundy, so long ago. I can smell the ocean. Well done.

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