100 word story: Birth of the Blues

Deep in the hold, gripped tight by the billowy roll and rock of a sleepless ocean, the cargo stirs. Weight shifts on creaky deck-boards, seeking balance and rest. Chains shake and rattle, testing their limits of free play.

Dark day bleeds into endless night. Hitherto random sounds start to take shape and gather to a shared syncopation that can seize time and turn hours into minutes, minutes into seconds. And any second now, you may sense the steady Rhythmic pulse of six hundred hearts beating as one.

Far above, the slaver’s fiddle can’t help but fall in with the beat.

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Image: Schooner Bill of Rights

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14 thoughts on “100 word story: Birth of the Blues

    1. I’m very touched that you have nominated me, Mirissa, especially as the post has a tragic dimension. Good to know my posts bring pleasure, but please forgive that I won’t be participating – a combination of time and idleness, I’m afraid. Thanks again, though, and well done on your own deserved award. 🙂

  1. Beautiful writing style 😀

    On 25 February 2017 at 01:33, a nomad in cyberspace wrote:

    > davekingsbury posted: “Deep in the hold, gripped tight by the billowy roll > and rock of a sleepless ocean, the cargo stirs. Weight shifts on creaky > deckboards, seeking balance and rest. Chains shake and rattle, testing > their limits of free play. Dark day bleeds into endless nig” >

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