The problem with writing a series through Friday Fictioneers is that eventually, you figure out where your character is going and realize there are only so many stories left to write. If the photo prompt doesn’t fit with the plot you have sketched in your mind, you might have to set aside the series for a week. The good news for Angelique’s friends is that this isn’t that week. You can thank Claire, who instructed Angelique to release her grief far away from human populations, for today’s story.
Bonus: Link to alternate story at the bottom of this page. Please follow the link to meet a couple of my other imaginary friends!
Photo Copyright – Renee Homan Heath
On Claire’s Command
The sun scorched Angelique’s bare shoulders as she limped down the empty boardwalk. When wood gave way to sand, course granules crept between Angelique’s toes, sinking her feet and slowing her progress. She fought back tears as warm saltwater stung her ankles. She could not stop here. In the distance, the sea spread her arms to embrace the azure sky. With a tearing sensation pulsing down her spine, Angelique ran through the shallows, lifted herself from the calm waters of the Atlantic, and set course for the horizon.
An hour later, lifeguards raised red flags all along the eastern coast.
(For an alternate story, please click here).
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