CASTAWAY - 100 word story

The photo prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneers challenge led me to a deserted island and a stranded young yachtswoman. Never mind the buildings in the picture - it's the seaplane that caught my imagination.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

CASTAWAY

The interior of the uninhabited island was full of shadows, where the devils in her imagination lurked just beyond an exhalation of breath.

Elizabeth stood on the beach, facing seawards. The sun scattered diamonds over the rippling water. An offshore breeze whickered across her bruised body, lifting her tattered t-shirt.

The yacht lay in the shallows, stern tipped out of the water like a tease. Elizabeth stared at the capsized vessel until she felt dizzy, unable to absorb the impact of her situation.

The tinnitus in her ears coalesced into a roar as the seaplane banked and landed.

Elizabeth blinked.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

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JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER - 100 word story

Hello, I'm back from a trip to Africa and was looking forward to writing some fiction again. This week's Friday Fictioneers gave us a photo of giant plugs. I scribbled down a story, but decided it was a bit predictable, so re-wrote something a little more surprising. Hope you like it.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

JEAN'S LITTLE HELPER

Jean contemplated the ironing with a sigh.

Her dog yipped. 'What's up?'

'I hate ironing.'

'Take me for a walk.'

'Okay, come on.'

When they returned Jean sat down. She'd start the ironing soon.

'I could help, you know.'

'Don't be ridiculous.'

'You never take me seriously.'

'That's because this conversation is a figment of my imagination.'

The dog sighed.

Jean looked at the ironing pile.

'I could help, you know.'

'Shut up.'

Jean pushed the iron's plug into the socket. There was a small bang.

The dog looked guilty. 'Um... that wasn't supposed to happen.'

Jean stared at him.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE

If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always try to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 

Please check and amend your settings. Thanks.