The Beach

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The fragrance of seaweed mixed with salt filled her lungs as she sat watching the waves gently licking the rocks.

Seagulls called overhead whilst a puppy chased a Frisbee drifting on the wind.

Feeling completely at ease with life, she watched two young children frolicking in the sea.

The smell of fish and chips wafted under her nose indicating lunchtime and she realised she felt hungry.

A loud noise broke into the idyllic scene.  Screams and mayhem followed as people frantically tried to escape from the aftermath of the bomb.

From the cliff above, Abdul watched the carnage and smiled.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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47 thoughts on “The Beach

  1. Thom Carswell says:

    The way the mood of this piece suddenly changed was really well executed. I was lulled into a false sense of security by the sounds and smells of the seaside then caught completely off guard just like the poor souls in your story. I like it when that happens! Well done!

    I have to agree with Neil about Abdul. I’d even go one further and question if he needed to be there at all. Finishing the story on the previous sentence about the bomb would have been a really shocking and abrupt ending, especially after all the idyllic descriptions. That’s just my opinion though!

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  2. mickwynn2013 says:

    The description in the first half is brilliant, giving a great sense of a tranquil scene, so that the destruction of it afterwards is all the more powerful and wicked.
    I think evil people do smile at their evil deeds. To be sad would be a little hypocritical, if it makes you sad, don’t do it in the first place.

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  3. The Voice says:

    The tranquil setting you established makes the bomb explosion much more effective and I imagine that must be how a real terrorist attacks feels. Ordinary life and then chaos.

    I’m embarrassed to say that the thing that left the most lasting impression on me was the smell of fish and chips. Now I’m really hungry. Thanks for that. 🙂

    Nice story, Clare.

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