It looks like there are just a few more rickety steps to climb to make it out safely. They sounded the third horn already. I know that if I dawdle the water will rise and I will drown. I wish I was a better swimmer. I’m not ready to leave the earth this way. Keep going.

I was confident that I could leisurely make it back up the stairs. I waited for the second horn to begin my ascent. Little did I realize that after walking on the ocean floor for so long, I would be exhausted. I must keep going.  There’s just one more set of stairs. Keep going.

Why does it feel like they are expanding before my eyes? I’m out of breath. Keep going.

Roger is our host for this flash fiction challenge.

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2022: Week #31.

There’s nothing I like better than enjoying this beautiful view with my special love. I can hardly believe it’s been a month now. Luckily, we have no need to leave yet. We traveled around the world on our small ship. We took our time and visited loved ones we’d lost contact with. At every stop we picked up a wind chime to add to our collection. The melody they provide reminds of those we love.

I know this will be our last time visiting our special home away from home. As I watch the waves, I can taste the salt on my face. I wonder if it is from the ocean breeze or my own tears. The gulls crying out, mask the sounds of my weeping. I cherish every moment we have here. As long as I can hold his hand, listen to the chimes, and enjoy the view, I can avoid the reality that awaits.

Written for Roger’s  Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner weekly prompt.


Fandango’s Flash Fiction – Technological Assist

Fandango has posted a photo off the internet. He asks us to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The photograph below is from abi ismail at unsplash.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a man and a woman sitting next to each other at a counter inside a coffee shop. He’s engrossed with something on his smartphone and she is working on her Apple laptop computer.

Dad, we must get this finished. I Googled and found the funeral parlor I want to use. I’ve ordered the flowers from that excellent website Urban Stems. I found a flautist with great yelp reviews. I did a Zoom call with the minister. He is OK with live streaming the services. You have the key to the safe deposit box.  I made an online appointment with the bank so we can get the will. Sorry dad, but you need to finish texting all the relatives and let them know mom passed away.