This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end.
This weeks photograph is from Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode
It is strange to see the beach so empty. There are cars on the road and the odd person passing by. Even though they walk beside it, none veer the few steps it would take to walk on the golden sands.
There is nothing obvious as to why this beach and so many others are now abandoned. That is unless you see the small sign at the entrance to the path down to the beach. Or have been glued to the news reports that tell of unmarked land mines potentially at any beach.
The story broke with the image of a single boot, upright with the calf visible and then nothing else. Now no one dares to walk on any beach unsure whether the next step is their last.
(Body of story 128 words)