Returning to the porch of his ramshackle beach hut, he looked at the shelves filled with his collection of driftwood, shells, coral and flotsam and jetsam.
In the two remaining spaces he placed the latest additions from his morning walk along the sand. The severed foot sat nicely in the smaller space, and he managed to bend the arm at the elbow joint to place it at an aesthetically pleasing angle in the larger space.
He sat back contented on his deckchair as the sun rose higher in the sky. Another day in paradise, and finally some proper peace and quiet.
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).
To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
Iain Kelly 
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