“Can’t quite reach it-wait-okay, got it,” he said.
He held up the dripping, mossy bottle for her to look at.
“Gross,” she said.
He picked at the cork until it crumbled. A roll of paper fell out of the bottle. Something else was wrapped up inside, but he caught it before she could see.
He looked down in surprise. A ring, glittering in the palm of his hand.
“This bottle’s been at sea for over a hundred years, can you believe it? And, by the way, can I ask you something?”
Spring break…time to get the soldering gun and teh codez out and get some stuff done. See, spring break for a grad student doesn’t mean vacation – it means more time to do research! If only it could be spring break all of the time. 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:
I have a confession to make. The title of the story is inspired by a Daft Punk song called Fragments of Time:
I do love their new album.