photo by Ted Strutz                        

Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ challenge this week is prompted by Ted’s intriguing photo.


She could see two forlorn figures on the quayside the boy much taller now his sister smaller rounder, arms crossed, staring hard at the sea-plane. Her children taken by their father five years ago : an unfit mother they said, bereaved she felt. She had meant to keep contact. I’ll make it right she thought.

As her dinghy approached the quay the children came into focus  – her son smiling moving forward, her daughter rooted to the spot rigid with suspicion. “Hello kids I’m here for you, there’s a sea-plane waiting…….are you coming ?”