I have previously expressed that I am dreadful at flash fiction. The only way to get better at something is to practice. So, I have decided that I will do just that. I will most likely, in the future, host the fiction on my website (which I badly need to edit, it’s so out of date just now), but for now, I’m posting my first – recent – attempt here, and I hope that you enjoy it.
She emerged into the writhing mass and warm sand scratched against her drying, leathery skin. Her head pushed upward with an urgency matched by those around her; to reach open air; to reach the ocean; to be first among her siblings. To survive.
Moonlight, rays of it, illuminated the pockmarked path toward the foamy caress of the ocean’s sussurating song, a lullaby of longing that tugged at her heart as she broke free and joined the pilgrimage toward life.
Old Turtle turned languidly in the water, ancient flippers moving a slow caress as she swam in the tide of memory.
(Inspired by the T-shirt I wore yesterday), 100 Words.