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?’
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.
They look innocuous by design. If you’re up to a bit of mischief, you’d better pretend you couldn’t hurt a fly.
At night, they shake themselves loose, hop over the fence and take random cars for a spin. Sometimes, when people living in the neighbourhood return late at night, they do a double take. They inspect the patch of grass in between the road and the car park, wonder what’s wrong.
Then there’s the mystery of bark turning up in cars. When puzzled car owners clean out the evidence of their nightly adventures, the trees shake their branches in merriment.
She woke up feeling sore and exhausted. She needed a fix if she wanted to keep going.
Trouble was, the place looked a mess. She hoisted herself up from the makeshift bed. How was she to find her gear?
There. That box smelled promising . She tore it open. Inhaled the aroma. She filled the kettle, ground enough beans for a strong coffee. The smell filled the room. The smell of home. She took a sip. Yes, she could do this. She’d unpack, get this mess under control.
Next time she moved, though, she’d label her most important box ‘coffee paraphernalia’.