AFrankAngle has issued a fiction challenge. He is asking his readers to take the above photo, compose a 150 word story about it, and link to his post. Stop over there to see what he, and others, have written about footsteps in the sand. Here is my offering.
FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND
Bobby was almost six. A fisherman’s son, he lived on an island off the Carolina coast. He’d had an argument with his Mom. He wasn’t going to blindly obey her rules any more. He would run away from home, and live on his own.
He packed what he thought he’d need, and marched down to the shore. The mainland was a blur, and he couldn’t run a boat. Fine, he’d find a spot in the grass or trees to live. With his driftwood ‘staff’, he trudged up the beach.
No suitable spot appeared, so he kept slogging – on and on. He finally came around a headland….and there was the dock again. There was the big log on the beach – and somebody was sitting on it. It was his Mom. She just held out her arms and said, “Lunch is almost ready.”
Oh well, he could run away some other time.
For Frank, and others, I also offer the story of a devout man who died and went to Heaven. Before God actually ushered him in, He showed him his life with God. The man saw it as a walk along the shore with God – two parallel lines of footprints in the sand.
At certain spots in his life, there was only one set of prints. When he looked closer, he realized that these had been the hardest times of his life. He said to God, “How could You have abandoned me when I most needed You?” God replied, “My child, those were the times when I carried you.”
Hah! We both referred to the same poem!
Loved your running away from home story… you ole softie, you…😉
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Sshh, don’t tell anybody. I have a reputation to protect. 🙄
Thanx for the kind words. 🙂
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Too late!
And my pleasure…
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I like your version. Moms exist, it is even better when they care.
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Most do, though it’s bad when some don’t. Most quietly forgive also. 😀
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A beautifully written story, Archer. It’s seems like moms have been on our minds.
I enjoyed your final words on the poem, Footprints in the Sand.
Isadora 😎
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Thank you kindly, young lady. Moms are always a great thing to write about. Mine was much like this mom. I still miss her.
The one story reminded me of the other, so I included it. 🙂
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I wondered how you would incorporate the extra print … love the idea of the staff as it’s easy to picture a kid doing that. But the zinger was the appearance of mom .. well done!
Thanks for the closing commentary! (… and I won’t tell anyone!!!!) … and thanks for participating! … and I invite your readers to stop by.
PS: I corrected the comment at my end.
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Thanx for more kind words. I – and I think a lot of others – was happy to participate.
Thank you for editing out my confusing, incorrect link. It must have been free beer night in Canada. I linked to the wrong page – Dale forgot to link at all….we were just having so much fun. 😆
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Just don’t confuse free beer night with beer free night.
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I loved this story – you got right inside the mind of the child! 🙂
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I’m still inside the mind of a child. It was easy. 😉
Thanx for the visit and kind comment. 🙂
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Nice job. I’m not religious, but I liked the God story too.
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I’m not religious either. Even if ‘God’ is only in your head, it’s still nice that there’s some extra support when you need it. 🙂
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Well done! a very sensitive and fun story!
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Thank you very much, ma’am. 🙂
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Beautiful! I love that story.. it goes well with the original “Footprints” 🙂 ❤
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Thanx for the kudos. It started out several years ago, as a joke/insult to a fellow-worker, but I reworked it into something more appropriate for Frank. 🙂
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Been there !
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Thanx for reading about it. 🙂
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