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The Longing by Raymond Roy : Stones #writephoto

The Longing 

Nails clicking waiting. Joelle’s heavily lipsticked full crimson lips stuck together, slowly separating as her jaw dropped. Her warm breath gently billowed into the cool sea air. Finally he had arrived. The loud exhaust of the dilapidated truck deflected and echoed against the stone arch. Turning off the ignition, the engine sputtered on, ending with a small backfire. Not being of similar pedigree, it was obnoxious incidents and sounds like this,in her world would be deemed uncouth but made him all the more interesting. 

He sat in the driver’s seat looking at Joelle with a crooked grin. His thin lips quickly pulled back to a display a toothy smile. He reached with his right hand to the outside handle, unlatched his door and stepped out. She had been waiting two long years for his return. Now he was only feet away and it was if she were standing in clay unable to move. He moved towards her, seeing her shiver, removed his woollen dress uniform coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. With his right hand he lowered the tailgate. They sat down looking off into the ocean as they had so years before. He held her close saying, “I told you I’d be back”. She didn’t say a word but took a long deep breath as if to breathe him in. As the wind picked up, his pinned up left sleeve flapped in the breeze reminding him of what he had left on the battlefield. “I told you I’d be back”, he whispered. 

Written for Sue Vincent’s Photo Stones #writephoto Thank you Sue:) 

Dedicated to all those who served and those that gave those men and women, hope, love and understanding. Amen. 

Corporal Roy USMC 1981

#writephoto Left for Dead By Raymond Roy: #writephoto Fiction

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt  #writephoto
Left for Dead

Body aching, covered in dirt, like I had died, was buried, dug back up then ran over me with a truck.

Trying to get my bearings I look across the Idaho landscape, not a soul in site with the exception of a tractor pulling a trailer in the distance.

A brisk breeze loosens some of the dirt packed in my oversized ears.

What the hell happened? Reminiscent of what Mum used to say, “your ears are so dirty you could grow potatoes in there”, Surprised none got in my mouth.

Getting to my feet I brush my white gloves off put on my black hat, and look down to see my still surprisingly clean starched blue trousers are none the worse for wear. I start making my way down the wheel worn grass trail.

As the sun begins to set, the tractor draws closer with flood lights on. I wave to them I think they see me.

Thank God, for help.

Every step is agony

I try to scream out but I can’t seem to open my mouth.

They see me!

It’s a farmer and his son. The boy comes toward me. Closer and closer I want to scream out but I can’t !

The father yells to the boy, “who is it son?”,,

Dad its,…. its …

Mr. Potato head?

The River’s Secret by Raymond Roy #writephoto


“Si Señor Martin, everything is prepared for your great adventure en la mañana”,

“Gracias Arturo”, “Buenos Noches and Good Night. ”

The Rio Secreto (Secret River) Adventures in the Yucatán peninsula. Spelunking on our honeymoon with my beautiful bride, Jenny. How could I be so lucky ?

The rising Mexico Sun was like a red tipped sea urchin, every blink elongated a piercing spike into your cornea.

Sitting in the back of the open Jeep, the sun was eclipsed periodically by the bouncing of our guide, Arturo’s body as he struggled to steady himself while we trekked over rough terrain.

Being a special honeymoon package, the resort had packed a picnic basket that was at our feet. I saw goosebumps form on Jenny’s fair skinned arms from the dewy cool desert air. Looking into her eyes, I envisioned a great life with the woman of my dreams. Jenny’s contented smile made my heart race.

The trailing rooster tail dust plume following us, caught up and drizzled “desert chalk” as we arrived at the cave entrance. “We are Here Señor Martin.”.

“Honey look at this place, its paradise”. Jenny was beaming. I just loved this woman. “Martin dear, let me get the camera out.. ”

Arturo jumped in,” That won’t be needed my Friends” .

Suddenly, his warm cheeky smile transformed to an ashen pock marked frown. Pulling from under the drivers seat, the blueing on the muzzle of the .357 Ruger, spoke volumes of their once amicable guide’s facial metamorphosis.

Keeping full eye contact he reached under the linen cloth in the picnic basket, pulled out an apple, and with a loud crunch sank in his teeth. With juice running down the side of his face.”Por Favor, I am going to need you to strip down to your underwear”directing with the gun” and leave all your belongings in the Jeep!

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thanks for hosting Sue!
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