Nothing gentle, merry, dreamy about it. Hard work, rowing. You feel grim, as if you’ve been trapped in a nightmare. Grey sky, greyish blue water surround you day in, day out.
Ocean looks docile. Looks are deceiving. Keep rowing, don’t glance down. Do and you’ll see the shadow circling underneath. You’ll tell yourself it might be a submarine, or a whale. You’ll know better. Nothing you can do but keep rowing.
Row row. Row row. Row row. Your boat, your boat, your boat your boat your boat.
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.