Friday Fictioneers – Beside the seaside

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Brighton shingle crunching beneath toes, ice cream melting, deckchairs flapping in a sudden wind. Seaside holidays populated Vince’s memory of childhood.

This holiday was different, illicit, thrilling. Away from her family, he would finally lie with Ayesha. The one bed in their apartment offered a shocking promise.

Her transformation created the real shock. She entered the bathroom wearing hijab and enveloping abaya, and emerged in a wraparound floral skirt, her nipples visible against the T-shirt. She was beautiful.

“Don’t you feel undressed, without your normal clothes?” he asked.

“Those aren’t my clothes,” she laughed. “That’s my sexual Chemical-Biological Warfare suit.”

 

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63 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Beside the seaside

  1. I like this, it paints a picture of two very different individuals. One point, should it be away from [his] family.

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  2. I looked up the meaning of CBW but I doubt she meant the definition “Crash, Bang, Wallop” that I found. I was also going to say, if that’s Saudi Arabia, they could both end up headless in a public square from what I’ve read, unless they’ve changed the law. O_o Well done, Neil. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  3. You know Neil this is a thought provoking piece. We in America don’t always have consciousness of how blessed we are. The Founding Fathers such as Washington, Jefferson and Adams are owed a HUGE thank you!

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  4. I like how she refers to her ‘normal’ clothes – as if wearing them can protect her from unwanted sexual fallout! A nicely risque story, Neil. And like the others, I enjoyed the transition from Childhood memories to adult adventures. Great stuff 🙂

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  5. A clash of cultures maybe but we’re all the same underneath. I understood her description of her clothes as though she is forced to wear by her society. Not the real her.

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  6. I enjoyed reading this. The atmosphere of fun that’s all the more exciting because it’s forbidden was well-established. The phrase “sexual Chemical-Biological Warfare suit” is fantastic in its own right, but also creates an interesting contrast with the softer imagery of the earlier lines. Why did you choose to end the story on the “warfare” note? Just curious.

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  7. Wonderful (and somewhat sexy) piece of writing! The contrast between the innocent-seeming memories of his childhood at that beach, and the imminent carnal delights and accompanying dangers that are hinted at in the second section gave me a pause.

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  8. I like how you started this with the childhood memory. Now that seaside will mean something totally different to him now. Her new outfit is quite a departure from her standard required one. Nice one, Neil!

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  9. Seaside frolics – always good fun. Your story had me all relaxed and ready to reminisce with him about childhood holidays, but not for long. I’ve worked for many years with students (adult) from other cultures, and the varying attitudes the women have towards the garments you mention always interests me. I’ll tell you about one who was a bit of a rebel. She wore the required cover-up clothes, but on her upper arm she had a tattoo of her new country, she loved it so much.

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  10. Vince tries to bite off more than he can swallow, I think. If he thinks it only takes different clothes to free a woman, or to change her attitude, he’s in for a big surprise.

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