I enjoyed my experiences participating in Barbara’s Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction prompts.
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For her, it was always the beach.
Toes tickled by icy wavelets. Footprints in wet sand.
Breakers racing ahead of hurricane. Ballet of migrating shorebirds against undulating horizon. Orange fingers of dawn caressing the tide’s turn.
Treasures. Discovery. Beach glass worn smooth by a thousand tides. Glinting blue, green, crystalline. Sand dollars. Sea urchins. Mermaid purses. Moon shells.
She rested her back against the beach sentinel rocks. Sun warm on face, rippling waves, bird calls. She thought for a moment, then began.
She wrote with her favourite pen in her favourite journal. She felt she had written well.
She closed the book. Closed her eyes. And listened to the million year old lullaby of the sea.
Written for the flash fiction for aspiring writers special challenge in honour of Barbara Beacham.
Thank you, Joy, for the opportunity to remember Barbara in a most fitting way – a piece of flash fiction in her honour.