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Friday Fictioneers – Shell

10 August, 2012

Incredible! I am actually posting FriFic on a Friday! I have come in at exactly 100 words. Comments, criticism, praise, pointing out of typos, Jessica Ennis’ phone number etc etc are all very welcome.

Many thanks as always to Madison for the prompt.


She took the shell lightly in her hand, inspected it. The opening, barely visible, told her it would be vacant, and could be taken from the rockpool. With her small knife, she teased the rough, granite-coloured halves apart.

The rainbow of refracted shades, shimmering as she turned the shell, were her reward. In her many years of collecting shells, of polishing, mounting, she had learned to look beyond harsh exteriors, that these so often revealed the most colourful, fascinating, vivid centres.

She dried the shell with respectful lightness, cocooned it within a small cloth, and placed it in her satchel.


  1. TheOthers1 permalink

    A lesson here? Look at you slipping in a moral. Lovely story, TRG 🙂

    • Not so much “slipping in” as painting it bright red and having a flashing sign saying “LOOK!! A MORAL!! but thanks and glad you liked it 🙂

      • TheOthers1 permalink

        Ahahaha. No, not subtle, but I liked it indeed.

  2. So what you’re saying is, if we see someone unattractive, we should crack their skulls open to see if they’re prettier inside?

  3. Great lessen here… We all like what is pleasing to the eye, but true beauty comes from someplace else entirely.

  4. Really liked the moral and being a seaside girl myself, I have fond memories of seashell collecting. Very nice RG, very nice indeed.

  5. This is a fantastic line: “With her small knife, she teased the rough, granite-coloured halves apart.”

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