Saturday, December 5, 2015

Swept out to sea

The front door bashed open.  ‘Dad!’

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Nathan asked, stepping into the hallway.

‘It’s Ryan,’ Katie said, soaked from head to toe.  ‘A wave took him.’

‘A wave?  What …’

‘We were taking photos of the storm.  He was trying to get closer to the sea.  One second he was there, then …’


‘By the old lifeboat station.’

‘Ring the police. Then stay here.’  Nathan bolted into the rain and wind.

The sea was a boiling mass of white froth.

‘Ryan!’ Nathan clung onto the railings as an enormous wave crashed over the promenade.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's powerful, Rob. You capture that sense of fear, loss and grief really effectively.