
Low spring tide
Fancy a walk across to
Blue Devon hills
Cure for sports blues:
Take lazy backside to beach
And run it off.
Sunday morning run
Sand blowing across the beach
Like alpine snow drifts
I’ve been wandering the beach by myself for hours, the sky overhead mirroring my gloomy mood. Dunno what made me look up but I’m glad I did. I’d have missed how the sunset lights up the houses otherwise. Stroke of luck, I suppose.
I’ve been walking to clear my head. I think I did but I don’t like these new thoughts that have popped up.
Then again, Tim and I’ve been going on holiday together for a decade. Isn’t it telling that I finally take a photo worth writing home about with the two of us out of the picture?
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers week 49 – it must be Tuesday. Join in and/or read all stories here.
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Beach almost in sight, I take a deep breath. Forget the past two hours.
Life is so much better when I can see the sky.
I take a bite of apple.
Savour the juicy sweetness.
Sun’s decided to join me. I tilt my head upwards, soak up the warmth.
***
My ten minutes are over.
I return to the bunker.
Shiver under the strip lights.
Exit signs mock me: ‘You really want to do this?’
Really? No. But do I have a choice?
Yearning for the next break, I pick up the headset and call the first number in the queue.
She clings on to the branch. The water’s so cold she can’t feel her feet. The cold’s creeping up her legs. If she loses control of them, she’ll smash into a rock.
Someone calls her name, but she has to concentrate. It’s the tricky bit. She’s half-convinced she won’t make it. Dodge rocks – right, left, right. Somehow, she’s still alive.
‘Oi, Daisy. Alright?’
‘Course. Fine.’
The older girls throw her a rope. She doesn’t care anymore as long as she doesn’t have to swim again. The alpha girl, Rosie, looks scared. And impressed. She nods.
‘Welcome to the club.’
***
The picture above is the Picture It & Write prompt for this week. I thought I’d not do any flash fiction challenges while I participate in Photo 101, but I suppose I was wrong. It helps that the theme for today’s photo is water.
And here’s my water photo:
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