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Across the harbour he gazed, floating money pits, gin palaces, toys for the wealthy. Phlegm hit his boot, he screwed his eyes against the sun. Stuffing a cheroot between his discoloured teeth he thrust chapped hands deep in his pockets. With hunched shoulders he watched his feet as he scuffed on the dry earth and lurched away. He may earn his living on them but he’d never own one.
Below the harbour was buzzing, tanned yachtsmen flirted with ladies. Coiffed girls with plummy accents giggled and money was no object; but there was no room for salty sailors in this bar.
This is a snapshot of a bigger story, curtailing it to 100 words was tough and I hope I captured the irony of the sailors lot. Please leave a comment I love to connect.
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This was indeed a fun read. Not fun when a sailor is reduced to working for the rich “scum” 😉
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But without their money where would he be…
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There is that…
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Something about biting the hand…
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…indeed!
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Hello, I wondered i mean Wandered over from the party, and apparently I already Followed you and somehow because I dont get email notifications? well if i didnt see it in the reader i missed out. SO hi and thanks for stoppin round whenever you can, I didnt realize you are England, That makes two now i will chck on from across the pond. Cheers!
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I’m glad you reconnected and don’t know why i don’t show in the reader… maybe I haven’t enough followers… but I am so pleased to be followed. *waves* come again soon
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Loved your description of the salty seaman. You built up great empathy for him. I think the contrast worked beautifully.
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Thank you I’m sure he has a lot to give in a longer piece. 🤗do come again soon.
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Aww poor sailor. I bet he can still taste the sea on his tongue as the elite stroll by without giving him a second thought. I bet the taste of the land turns sour on his breath and he aches for the roaring sea.
Thank you for sharing Ellen.
You paint an amazing picture.
You most definitely serve an amazing treat 😍 yum. 😊
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*curtsies* why thank you… i hope you cleared away any crumbs? They are uncomfortable and encourage rodants you know. *wink wink*
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Yes I did 🙌. Wouldn’t dream of letting them into your sanctuary.
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OH hi Ellen I’ve seen you on my friend Paul’s blog and meant to visit you! I love your sweet funny personality and your cover photo made me smile! I love the blog party idea Jacqueline offered! I’m following you now! Have a blessed day new friend!~ღ
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I am thrilled to virtually meet you please come for a read any time. 🤗
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Me too. I’ve been thinking that I needed some new blogger friends. It’s so much fun! I’ve only gotten through 3 over at Jacqueline’s. I’ve never done anything like this before! ~ღ So fun
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Read, like, follow, the three steps to make connections. I hope you find many a virtual friend.😊
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Haha yes that is so true. I had been taking a blog break and some of my friends have quit blogging. I’ve been looking for them and their blogs are quiet now. I like the simple steps you are right! ❤
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Comments are the wages of blogs. If you go to someones space just comment so they know. They will follow you back I’m sure.😂
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OH yes that is true. I’ve been blogging for 4 years and you are right. However some don’t comment back I noticed but that’s okay with me. 😀 It’s fun to blog I think and get to know others.
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But comments help you connect.
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I enjoyed these images. Nicely done.
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Ahh a tale spinner I see, a juggler of words. Why not read some more while at my door.
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You create an engaging story with the image. I can visualise the contrast of the poor sailor and the plum surroundings that he’s in. Who knows, his luck might turn one day.
I am hosting a blog party right now and would like to invite you over.
https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/2017/04/01/its-april-shindig-welcome-to-the-party/
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Thank you on my way. X
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Dear Ellen,
Well drawn contrasts. Vivid descriptions made this an enjoyable read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Phew in by the skin of my teeth. Thank you for the comments and the opportunity.
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The picture of the sailor, and his relationship to the moneyed crowd in the marina was well-drawn. I felt that probably the harbour had once been his when it was a working port. Another fifty words would have given you a story
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It is a great picture, with the harbour, Marina and an obvious working port at its mouth. But I tried to paint the irony of his distaste for the moneyed lot… but he needed the living he earned from them. Thank you for reading. But for a few words a different story we’d make.
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