Saturday, January 25, 2014

Out in the storm

Emma shouted into the wind from the shelter of a doorway.  ‘Mike!  For god’s sake!  Mike!’

Another huge wave broke over the promenade, its spray arcing up and crashing down. 

Mike turned and pointed, his face beaming as he struggled to stay upright.

‘Mike!  Stop being an idiot!’ 

Emma tried to signal to him, but he turned back, wading towards the railing, his camera raised to his eye.

The next wave thumped into the sea wall.  The fluorescent water rose up, towering over Mike’s figure.  Then it tumbled down enveloping him.

When the spray cleared the promenade was empty.


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.


Anonymous said...

Rob - Oh, that's powerful. You do such an excellent job of setting the scene for what happens to Mike.

TracyK said...

Rob, you can make me tense in just a few sentences. Amazing.