She had been drifting for three days and three nights now.

The old wooden boat creaked and strained. She looked anxiously at the sea water appearing gently through the hull. The pool of water grew slowly. She had a couple of hours until they would disappear beneath the surface.

The wind began to pick up. Waves lapped over the low edges of the deck.

She glanced up to see the gathering storm clouds. As she looked away she saw a fleck of movement. It came closer.

A seabird. No. A cormorant. A coastal bird. Land must be close. But how close?

Ⓒ Georgia Koch

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details here). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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62 responses to “LIFEBOAT”

  1. Sorry I havent been around sooner, the last few times I checked the blog was down.

    Nice take on the story, theres a great ‘will they wont they survive’ element to it. A cormorant seemed totally fitting as the messenger, if black is symbolic.

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  2. “She had a couple of hours until they would disappear…” does this mean she will definitely disappear, or does it mean that she will disappear unless conditions change? errggg! well done.

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  3. Very well written. The three of us, Mr Midnight, Sir Winston and myself, enjoyed your piece. Mr Midnight said that it´s a shame one couldn´t stretch it to 150 words but I told him that would be defeating the issue. He´s such a cheeky cat. Thanks for posting. 🙂

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