PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
The bay had been a busy lumber port a century earlier, but had lost most of its traffic when cheaper timber material became available elsewhere; after the hydroelectric dam was built a mile upstream, the shoreline had receded too far for the bay to have any seafaring value. A single beam from a loading dock beam was the sole relic of that era. Suspended far the new shoreline, decades of fungal detritus dangled from its sides like icicles. On mornings after a long summer rain, its damp weathered features seemed ready for the arrival of ships from its forgotten past.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction contest which challenges you to write a complete story of up to 100 words based on a photo prompt. I cheated a little bit this time, as the bay in the photo looks to be on the ocean rather than a river, but what’s the fun in always playing by the rules?
The Diligent Dilettante 
Its life was ready to continue but its purpose was gone… Well-written story.
The beam tells its interesting story, and the great descriptions make me feel like being there.
I like the nostalgic tone of this piece.
Time and the tide pass on, leaving memories both good and sad as they go. Nostalgic piece, nicely done.
This is powerfully nostalgic and a reminder always of the passage of time and how important living in our present is.
Great descriptions!