He rolled over and squinted at the sun. It took him a second to realize he was lying on the beach. How did I get here? He wondered and groaned. I’ve been sleep-walking again, haven’t I?
He sat up and just as he was about rub his eyes, he noticed his hands were tinted red. They began to shake at the sight. He glanced down his shirt and his mouth immediately gaped open. “What have I done?” He looked to his left and then right. His left was the ocean while on his right was sand, glowing red in the sun and on the sand were drops of blood, aligned to form a path. “No no no.”
He jumped up and stared at the ocean with wide eyes. “What have I done?” He muttered repeatedly beneath his breath as he took several steps forward and stopped abruptly as he heard a loud crunch beneath his bare feet. It was a phone, not his but his wife’s. His heart began to pound. “Oh oh no, Abigail?!”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.