“Don’t you run away from me!” Those were his words before the wave swallowed him whole. The whole scene was like when Moses led his people out of Egypt, when the water came tumble down on the Egyptian soldiers.
He was never nice to me, well before my mother passed away anyway, that’s when he turned into a raging alcoholic. Since then, he’d screamed, spat in my face, not to mention he hit me. This morning, for once, he was sober. So we decided to take a walk down on the beach, soak in that salty ocean air.
We were half-way between both ends of the beach when he said, “That omelette you made this morning? Yuck!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.”
He barked a laugh, “Next time? There won’t be a next time, girl.” From his leather jacket pocket, he pulled out his extra-large-Swiss-Army-knife. When I saw it, my eyes grew huge and I bolted. “Don’t you run away from me!” He shouted and chased after me and that’s when the wave hit.
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.