Alastair, a talented photographer and writer has started a new fiction group that meets weekly to pen 150 words based on a photo.  Check out this weeks offering and submit one of your own HERE. You can also check out Alistair’s work at his blog.


Ominous clouds gathered as wind churned the water into a frenzy. He never anticipated this when he talked Marcie into whitewater rafting. He had risen at five a.m., enticed her with coffee at five-thirty and was on the road by six. An ancient man with a beard gave them a safety lesson and they hit the water at eight. Marcie growled as they left the pier.

They returned three hours later as mother nature turned the world, and river, upside down. He was clawing at the bank when he saw them sink to the bottom. He had to return to the water or face certain death, or severe punishment. Diving into the froth, he held his breath as he searched the murky bottom with hands and eyes. Then he saw it. Clenching his fist, he floated up. Breaking the surface, he held them over his head..

“I found the car keys Hon!”

Her glare morphed into a smile.


  1. Alastair says:

    Haha what a twist. Making it seem like it was people who were sinking 😀 Love it. Thanks

  2. Hannah says:

    Nice twist at the end. I did wonder what justified such risk-taking.

  3. zookyworld says:

    Awesome how you described him returning to the water or facing such severe consequences. I wouldn’t want to face the growling and the glare!

  4. Penny L Howe says:

    Well written, exciting to the end and then fun! Loved it!

  5. EagleAye says:

    Ah haha! You tricky soul. You had me thinking something else. Well done!

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