The Plan

Written as part of Friday Fictioneers, which offers the image as inspiration to write a fiction in 100 words (or less).

Photo © Erin Leary

The Plan

It had to be done in the cover of darkness.

“We’ll be rich!” I cried, pulling up the chest we had chanced upon that morning amid the leaves.

Rowan laughed, nodding. We were two orphans of whom no one expected anything.

The sound of our oars echoed as they cut the water.

A small blub broke the silence, as water began to seep in.

“We’ve to drop the chest, or we’ll never make it,” I cried.

The splash told I was wrong.

“Plan B. I’ll be rich,” I heard, the cold waters pulling me down as the boat moved away.

(© 3rd February 2016)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

38 thoughts on “The Plan”

  1. I was a little unclear about what happened at the end there. I think it was the use of the word ‘in’ in ‘ waters rushing in’ which made me think the poor victim was in some kind of container. Great story though, and yes, I can well imagine that happening.

  2. Yikes. The closeness we feel between your two orphans at the start is soon shown to be illusory when there’s a chance of wealth. Great story. I love how you’ve used point of view.

  3. The word ‘Selfish’ came to mind when I read the last word. How sad that both were orphans and yet one arose to bitterness.

    This is a story that begs dialog and more written. It leaves the reader with many questions. I enjoyed it very much and would read a longer version.

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