This is a story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, .  It was prompted by the photo below, kindly provided by BarbCT/Gallimaufry.


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A canal cruise had been perfect for their honeymoon – no sunburn or exotic food – just the two of them on a cosy narrowboat, savouring the romance.

Ken decided a return visit was the way to celebrate their 43rd anniversary. He booked a two-day break (Lois wouldn’t leave the dogs for longer) on a canal with no locks (jumping off boats was unladylike).

Soon after “sailaway” it rained; Lois stepped inside. She mustn’t have heard Ken ask for his kagoule. He soldiered on. Ken had plans – dinner at The King’s Head, a bottle of Grenache (Lois’ favourite) on the boat and then he would give her the eternity ring.

Ken moored where the King’s Head should be. He woke Lois.

“It’s a Chinese restaurant now. I’ll get a table?”

“Get a takeaway. The usual.”

Forty minutes later, Ken shuffled back, to find Lois snoring loudly on the sofa.

Ken prodded her. No response.

He put the meals in the oven, tripping over an empty Grenache bottle on the way.

“Ken,” Lois mumbled.

“Yes love?”

“The toilet’s blocked.”

175 words


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9 Responses to  Shipwrecked

  1. Varad says:

    43 years together? I guess they are allowed to be a little grumpy.

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  2. James says:

    That didn’t work out so well.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Poor Ken, the best laid plans… Gave me a chuckle, good job.

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  4. Hahahaha! Well it was a good idea?? LOL! Funny ending! Great story!

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    • JS Brand says:

      Thank you. This was one of those where I’d have loved more words to play with. My first attempt was twice as long, with florid descriptions of the scenery (which Lois wasn’t too impressed with). I had to get editing, but that’s flash fiction.


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