This week’s challenge is even more clever and challenging. Last week at Julia’s Place we were given the prompt ….‘What was the rabbit late for,’ wondered Alice….. to which we were invited to write the usual 100 words plus the prompt. However, the twist was that the writing produced last week would influence this week’s 100wgcu. Dutifully I checked out the entry after mine and found the prompt to be Shrouded in magic that hides itself from unknown human beings. Breaking away from my usual poetry slant, this is my first venture into creative writing.
Lost in the Mist
Over the wireless came the forecast, warm with thundery outbursts throughout the day.
Jim gave a wry smile as he organised pots to the aft of the ‘Jenny Marie’ For twenty years he’d been Deckhand and this day in the North Atlantic was important. It has been a lean season and the crab had eluded them thus far.
With a pertinent superstition he murmured to himself, lowering the pots into the icy brine. As he did the engines stalled and with a ghostly silence the ‘Jenny Marie’ began drifting into a misty void. Shrouded in magic that hides itself from unknown human beings, the Bermuda Triangle had its latest victim.