Only A Stone’s Throw Away – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Photo Prompt

Hello all!

I hope you are well and ready for some more Flash Fiction. As always, we are given our photo prompt by our wonderful Friday Fictioneer leader, Rochelle . Life is super busy at the moment with family and rehearsals for Spamalot the musical. So here is my attempt for this week. I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

                         Only A Stone’s Throw Away

 

I smile as I watch the fair haired boy from afar.

A stone skims the surface of the water, once… twice…three times and then sinks to the bottom.

He grins, revealing perfect little white teeth. He glances back to where his parents are but they’re not watching.

He steps into the rippling water.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Small arms flail, he loses his balance and disappears from sight.

I follow him into the murky water as fast as I can.

I place his dripping limp body on the river bank.

He takes his first breath, coughing and spitting out water as panicked voices draw close.

Wide blue eyes stare up at me.

“It’s not your time little one.” I whisper as I fade away.

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28 thoughts on “Only A Stone’s Throw Away – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Photo Prompt

  1. Wonderful mysterious twist at the end – just enough of a tease to leave us wondering about the rescuer …. and well, a happy ending is always a pleasant change too 🙂

    Well written flash.

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  2. People need to watch children around water. We lived on a small lake and my dad made me wear a life vest if I went out in the boat alone, even when I was eleven or twelve and I could swim. I used to fasten my son’s toddler harness to a clothesline. It only takes a moment of not watching. A toddler drowned in a bucket here in India. Good story of a miracle rescue. Well done, Heidi. — Suzanne

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  3. Reminds me of when I was a wee girl and mom told me not to step on the green stuff.. naturally, I did and slid down the boat ramp into the Ohio River. I thought it fun, she did not. Let’s just say I never went near the river again… and still don’t get that close. Excellent write!

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