The Magic of Sea Life

Many thanks once again to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Moved by the prompt photo? Come on by and write your own 100 words…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Magic of Sea Life

It isn’t the weather I miss when I’m inland; it’s the ambiance. The whole experience. The chatter —powerful yet subtle—between sea, sand, and any visitor who happens to have a listening ear. 

The water, salty on my throat and sweet on my toes, teases me as the sand drains from my soul everything grimy and dark. Like a sewage suction truck, it pulls the stresses of life through my pores and captures them in its tiny granules. What happens there? I suspect the ugly is composted, like food scraps, into peace. 

Where else would the calm come from?

Petunia Power

Many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

Haley followed the sunrise tap of the woodpecker into her tidy garden. She didn’t mind being alone, she insisted. She heard the neighbor’s back door click closed.

Their yards matched, minus the petunias. She called them frumpy. No, he protested. Friendly. 

Stray cats gathered, meowing for breakfast. Walking towards their bowl, Haley froze. What…? Petunias?

“Lunch today?” The note read. “Anything’s better than petunias. -John”

She laughed.

John answered the door at noon. “I’m glad you came.” He winked. “Feel free to return the petunias.”

“Crazy thing I realized today.”

He raised his eyebrows. 

“Sometimes our tastes in flowers change.”