“Something funny going on in the bay,” I said to Jim. “Tide’s going out awful fast.”
He looked out along shoreline. The water, muddy now, was rushing away towards the open ocean.
“Don’t think that’s the tide, Harry,” he said.
Jim untied his grey-muzzled dog, bent down, and kissed her. Then, he knotted her leash around his waist and lashed himself to the light pole.
“What are you doing?”
“So my wife will have something to bury,” he said.
I understood. “I’ve had a good run. You?”
“Yep, can’t complain.”
Earthquakes are probably the most terrifying disaster I can think of. You can’t see them coming, can’t predict them, and really can’t do much when one catches you. Tsunamis rank a close second. I am told that Japanese fishermen tied themselves to their boats when they saw the tsunami coming – not to escape alive, but so that their loved ones would not wonder what had happened to them. Anyway…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.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: