General Fiction posted September 13, 2018

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Fiction:'Loosely' based on real event, except for the ending

Never Go Sailing With a Dying Man

by jackiesmuse

The mainsail catches a gust. "Woosh." The boat is thrust sideways into the twenty-foot rollers. Thrashing about in the chop, it hits her:  she is about to sink to the bottom of the sea, but not before being battered, broken, and bloodied.

And why? Because she was too polite to say, "No, I will not go sailing alone with a man with a cancerous tumor consuming his brain. You can't make me! I don't care if he's my father!"

Another gust breaks the mast! "Snap!" The boom slams into her father. "Blam!" The man who will never walk her down the aisle goes flying into the frothing brine. Semi-conscious, he bobs along clinging to the lifebuoy (the only one onboard), drifting farther and farther from the boat, his head flopping in all directions like a bobblehead doll.

The bob, bob, bobbing sends her into a laughing fit.

A huge wave slaps her sober and takes her fast-dancing; she crashes into the wheel as she watusis across the deck and tumbles into the icy water, twenty yards from her floating father. A wave swamps him; he vanishes.

The unmanned lifebuoy gyrates in the chop and disappears in the roiling sea.

After a harrowing, mind-numbing, eternally-long split second, she is lifted toward Heaven...then plunged into the depths of Hell. 

We were to write a story or poem that takes place in a storm.

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