Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy.
‘Fourth time this year,’ she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall.
Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile.
‘Next lot ready?’ he called, and saw Agnes glaring at him.
Not for the first time, Archie wondered what he had done to upset her.
A bewildered crab scuttled in front of Agnes, searching for a way back to the rock pools. She prodded it on its way with a mutter.
What a year.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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 stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
The continuing adventures of Agnes and Archie can be found HERE.