Once again, a menacing winter storm threatens North Carolina. Up to an inch of snow! The local weather folks are beside themselves. But I will boldly trudge onward for family and America, like my heroes in The Day After Tomorrow. But enough of that. Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
The girl tripped against the bottle lying half buried in the tide smoothed sand. The label was almost gone – she could barely make out “Charles Shaw” – but something rattled inside when she picked it up. She pulled the cork and shook it upside down, then shrugged and smashed it against the dock. She lifted the worn roll of paper from the green shards, unrolled it, read it.
“I hope someone finds this. It means someone made it through. Someone survived.”
She crumpled the moist paper in her fist, squeezing till a few salty drops ran through her fingers.