Stranded

 

The strip of sand is thin. Stretching for miles, snaking around the island like a serpent waiting to awaken. The remaining land is rock, worn smooth by the sea.

I walk along the beach, wet sand soft and forgiving beneath my feet, squishing between my toes.

I am lost before I am done.

My footprints washed away, waves cresting, crashing, hushing my breath, erasing me.

Weeks crawl by, worries creep up. Will I see another human before I die here?

 

A set of footprints.

Someone else’s? Or the ocean playing tricks, saving one of my own to torture me?

 

 

Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

October 12, 2016 prompt: Sand In 99 words (no more, no less) tell about a walk across the sand. It can be a literal day at a beach, in the sand box or a metaphor of your choosing. What is the sand like and what does it reveal to the reader?

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Sarah Brentyn Reef 99 Words - sig

 

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17 thoughts on “Stranded

  1. I love your imagery and the calm, almost poetic beginning. Then this: My footprints washed away, waves cresting, crashing, hushing my breath, erasing me. The fear of being erased, of never seeing another; startles. And then confusion: whose footprints? Is madness beginning? Well done, Sarah. I love it.

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