Inspired by something I wrote once upon a time…
I woke with a start as water rushed up to my knees, wetting my jeans. How did I get here? I wondered as I glanced up to see the stadium light up in the distance. That’s how I know I’m not on the mainland anymore but on one of the adjacent islands. I spent a moment, attempting to remember what happened but somehow I couldn’t. It wasn’t like me to forget.
Thoughts of mom and dad suddenly came to me. I must get home. They must be worried sick about me. You can do this, I thought and began to run.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.