Time again for the weekly sail into Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 word piece of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. It may be cold outside but dabble you feet in the water, you’ll soon feel yourself warming up.
Photo Copyright : Georgia Koch
I watch as the skies turn darker, as the mist sweeps in from the shore. I feel the chill seep into my skin and the tightness take hold of my soul. I know that the tide is turning, that the storm is upsetting the calm, but I can’t stay away from the danger, I can’t accept the alarm.
I drown in a sea of dejection, swallowed up by a swale of regret. Adrift in a small wooden tender, while my oars float off out of sight.
And I know there’s no land on the horizon, we’re just ships that pass in the night.