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.

© Claire Fuller

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.

95 responses to “BEACHCOMBING”

  1. Holy shit! I read once and was like, ‘Wait that can’t be right!’ :O Creepy dude’s paradise. Kind of freaked out about my beach vacation next week! Great writing Iain

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  2. What I’m wondering is if he’s just found the dismembered remains – or if he caused them! Either way, wonderfully dark and wryly funny in the blackest of ways. Nicely done Iain

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  3. I suppose if you’ve lived in Paradise on your own and out of choice for long enough, even someone saying “hello” to you might jar quite badly 😉
    Thanks, Iain, for a most entertaining bit of black comedy.

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  4. Eeewwwwhahaha. I love it, it’s so fun creepy. I’m glad you didn’t have him break any fingers or toes to fit on the shelves. Great writing.

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