I’ve been behind on my posts, but I would still like to honor one of my fellow flash fictioners, Barbara Beacham. Here’s my flash fiction piece for her. Check out the original post by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
Read mine below and feel free to leave a comment. Enjoy!
THE LIGHTHOUSE (157 words)
IN MEMORY OF BARBARA BEACHAM
The scent of salt, the sea, and a new beginning filled the air. Carmella swam unsure where she was going or how she came to be here. Water licked her skin and soothed her doubt. The gulls called overhead.
Carmella continued to swim, the sun drifting across the sky and slowly dipping towards the horizon. She grew tired but knew she mustn’t give up. Night would soon consume her and with it the new moon. Darkness fell. Carmella swam on, fatigue urging her to let the sea swallow her. The waves lapped over her head, drowning her breath. Her muscles ached—she knew she couldn’t go further.
Then a calm fell upon her and a beacon lit the horizon. A lighthouse.
Renewed strength filled her body as she pushed her tired bones to close the distance. A man stood on the narrow shore. With an open palm he pulled her up. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
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