I pressed my back against the rocks, wondering if anybody had seen us.
“He said he would be around here somewhere”
I couldn’t believe what we were doing, but Annalise was so sure of herself – she made everything seem so exciting.
Later on, when they started asking questions, this was the only response I would repeat.
It would not do, but I could not think of anything else that made any sense.
It was as though I had been under a spell, swept up in the magic of sheer thrill – that reality failed to occur to me.
She had planned this. She had used me to get to the rocky outcrop, so far from her family… and now she was gone. So horribly, and irretrievably gone that it hurt my soul to think of it.
Who was the man on the boat? And would I ever see her face again?
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!