This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt for our 100 word stories came from Renee Homan Heath. For me, this picture had the look of late summer.
The weather was changing, the sun already less fierce, mellowing into autumn.
Fewer families on the beach, but the usual backdrop of noise, laughter, gulls keening, and the thwack of tiny spades against even tinier sandcastles.
Then, something else… a murmur of alarm, rising in volume.
People were running from the water, scooping up kids on the way.
One lone woman jostling through them towards the waves, screaming.
Our ice creams abandoned to melt in the sand, we gathered our belongings and shepherded our kids from the beach.
Behind us a fin circled lazily in a spreading tide of crimson.