Honoria strode forward and stood looking out at the dark, inviting waves. They rippled and danced, calling out to her, as if in muted screams. She could not bring herself to jump and yet, she wanted to. Glancing to her right, she saw the twinkling houses. On her left was the infinite blackness. Should she?
With a deep breath, she took a leap, landing feet first. Looking down, she realised she shouldn’t have trusted wily Steve. Her new suede boots were ruined. Sobbing, she waded out of the shallow end, her childish footprints leaving temporary marks on the soaking sand.
©Shailaja V
Word count: 100
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Written for the 100-word Saturday prompt at Write Tribe
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear – and devils, too.
― Graycie Harmon
I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.
Today is Day 43
Also linking this to Day 14 of the Ultra Blog Challenge
Superbly done. What a breath-taking end!
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ahh the ending … I hope she doesn’t take any drastic action and finds someone way better than wily Steve. No no can’t handle sad stories.
Leaving temporary marks………what a beautiful line depicting the impermanence of life .
I get irritated ehen my footwear get wet or muddy.
Brilliant twist!
I was happy that it ended on an innocent note…loved reading it
Haha…the ending totally took me by surprise. Love your take on the prompt. And where did you come up with her name? Honoria is such a unique name! ?
A very vivid picture, i thought it was a suicide case:) well the shoes did get murdered though! :0
Glad there was nothing horrifying in the end. I hate ruining “my precious” in the water too!!! Enjoyed it 🙂
I live your stories with you, you are a great storyteller.
Such a great little story and use of the prompt. Love the twist at the end. Wasn’t expecting that.
Lovely “campfire” story, Shilaja! Love the last bit about the footprints. This is where they took me 🙂
“… her childish footprints leaving temporary marks on the soaking sand … ” and by the time her footprints get washed away, she will have dried her tears, forgotten why she was angry with wily Steve and giggling at the squeaky noises her wet shoes make … 🙂 HUGS <3
Nice twist – love it!
Thank you, Laurel:)
Great twist and a lovely take for the quote, Shailaja! 🙂 Hope you are feeling better now.
Better Uma. But the shoulder hurts if I type for too long. Trying to take it slow. Thanks for reading 🙂
I thought something horrid would happen by the end! Shailaja, I am always at a lose for words to describe my feelings for your writing! You are simply the best!
Shilpa, you always know how to make me smile. Every single time. I am truly overwhelmed by the love you shower on my writing. I mean it. Thank you for being so supportive <3
Only you can twist a tale like this na? Loved it
Oh, that’s so sweet <3 Glad you like the writing, Naba 🙂
How I hate wetting my shoes (any type) … it just breaks my heart.
Loved the story… esp the way you wrote it. 🙂
Thanks Sheethal. Yes, I hate getting wet too 😀
You wouldn’t believe I was reading the quotes just now and I was like let’s write on this 😀 Good one Shailaja 🙂
Knowing how I tend to twist the story around, this one spoke to me the most, Shashank 😀 Do write yours. Would love to read it.