The Other McCain

"One should either write ruthlessly what one believes to be the truth, or else shut up." — Arthur Koestler

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | February 19, 2016 | 3 Comments

by Smitty

What’s more relaxing than a grandmother in the Keys of a perfect day, walking in the shallows as the tide flows in?
It’ss the first day after the cleanup was mostly complete from the next hurricane after Katrina. The family has trundled down to the beach to find it mostly the same, despite some strange small bits of debris that looked like bones, and seaweed that seemed. . .old, dark. Sinister?
The day is beautiful; the tube inflated; the hat in place. She enjoys sand between her toes. Until the foot slips on the slimy lip of a stone opening. . .

via Darleen


  • gunga

    Carnivorous mutant-tube-worms are a bitch…

  • smitty

    I was going to have her discover Cthulhu and Immanentize the Eschaton, but 100 words is a tad confining. . .

  • Steve White

    She let the sand squish between her toes. The warmth of the water was so light on her skin. She kept the hat pulled low — the doctor had told her specifically to cover her now-bald head. “You did well, Marie,” he had said, “you beat this.” She stared at the dappled water, the sunshine making her eyes hurt; she heard the children behind her on the shore, the laughter, the excitement. Oh, to be a child again and not to have borne what she had. But she had, and she was here, and the sand squished between her toes.