I am taking advantage of our Fairy Blogmother, Rochelle’s kind offer of a respite from composing Flash Fictions. Hopefully, some of you missed this one the first time.
Walking On Water
Mischa had made his living fishing this little inland sea all his life, and his ancestors had done so for untold generations, back into the mists of time.
First the water had got thick, and saltier, then the fish had all but disappeared. Now it was the sea itself which was disappearing. The little cottage where his parents had raised him was now half a kilometer from the new shoreline. His fishing boat sat stranded on the mud flats.
He recently met a group of outsiders, “scientists”, studying the Aral Sea. One had taught him a new term – Global Warming.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.