Menolyrical; Final Friday Fiction

It feels like this came round very fast - but here we are again at FFF! This is the day of the month when you are invited to join in my meme of posting an image which you have taken and telling us about it in whatever inventive manner you wish... ideally it would be fiction, but it can be poetry, straight history, or anecdotal... All I ask is that you hyperlink your own post into the comments on this one (see the FFF page above for how to do this), and that you reciprocate with a hyperlink back to my blog from your own story - and display the 'badge'. Most of all, HAVE FUN!

It lay among the mussel shells all on its own. 

The shells, detritus from multiple pounding first from hungry gulls, then the footfall of passing walkers, resembled delft china. Dashed to smithereens. 

The fork, unexplained. Stained by seaweed. Dropped from a passing yacht, perhaps? Left from a fancy picnic? Definitely found by those very same hungry gulls, and dropped from a height in the hope of breaking it open like the endless mussels before and after it.

Now lying randomly abandoned and glinting in the hazy Scottish light. Silent about its story. Leaving me to make a meal of words from the finding of it there, on the dining table of the feathered ones...

©Yamini Ali MacLean 2020