PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The journey into your past life can come at any time.
Something caught my eye out the window of my new house so I stopped to look. Suddenly I was on a boat which was rocking rather dangerously. I looked out of window and noticed the land had disappeared from view.
I was in a boat, somewhere in the open ocean, and sinking.
Water splashed around my feet, and I knew I was the captain. I was going to go down with the ship.
There was a need to escape. Sadly, I did not know how to get myself home.
Written for Friday fictioneers
That would be a terrible predicament!
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Needs a Delorian or however it’s spelt! Thanks for reading.
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Interesting concept. I like the idea that you could go into your past life, but can you get out? Because a the time she went into the past, it didn’t seem like a good time to go back. Will she feel herself die in that life?
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Think it’d be like a dream so you’d wake up before the end.Thanks for reading
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Let’s hope so!
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Time travel is always at your own risk… watch out for the brontosaurs next time…
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LOL, taking Doc next time! Thanks for reading.
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interesting and disorienting. love it! 😀
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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Clever concept, Angie
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Not sure where it came from! Thanks for reading.
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And now she knows why it’s a past life… very intriguing story.
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She sure does! Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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Dear Angie,
Clever and imaginative story. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It just looked like the view from a boat! Thanks for reading and hosting.
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