Flash Fiction: On the pier

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The day had been dark and ominously stormy, clouds glowering over the deserted little west coast fishing village.

But late in the afternoon the clouds cleared slightly, and the sun shone weakly in the watery sky. Jeb and Luce sat with legs dangling over the side of the pier, and squinted into the setting sun.

The abandoned fishing boats rocked gently on the waves.

“Do you think we’ll survive it, Jeb?”

“Dunno, Luce. What does your dad say?”

“Oh, he says North Korea doesn’t have the capability. That we should really worry about Iran and Pakistan.”

“I’m scared.”

“Me too.”

They were silent then.

And as the sky suddenly lightened they held hands and watched the brilliant flash reaching out from across the sea, shining bright and beautiful and terrible as the sun.

 

(130 words)

The prompt photo for this week’s flash fiction challenge was provided by Louise from The Storyteller’s Abode.

Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this writing challenge. Why not head to her website and add your own?

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22 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: On the pier

  1. Wow. I really love the last line. “And as the sky suddenly lightened they held hands and watched the brilliant flash reaching out from over the sea, shining bright and beautiful and terrible as the sun.”

  2. Great story. I like how your viewpoint is from the average person who will be affected by this nuclear blast. Your ending is quite scary, like the preview for some Doom’s day movie. Well written.

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