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Day Twenty: Sports
Flood Part Sixteen
The still cabin air could be sliced by the proverbial knife.
“I’m really mad! I hope you’re happy…no, don’t answer, that wasn’t an actual question. Don’t talk darling, this is my moment you had yours last night. I can’t believe you let off ALL the flares…have you really no idea what you’ve done…no, still not a question.”
“Maybe I just don’t care anymore.”
“Well you should! We had a sporting chance with those flares…you could at least look at me…”
“No, look out the porthole…just look, a buoy! If we can see buoys the water must be receding…”
(98 Words)
What happens next? Can't wait!
I have been absorbed in your Flood series for BlogFlash. I look forward to seeing how it turns out in the end 🙂
Oh, love this take on the prompt!! Was wondering where you were going to take it – was worried I couldn't fit it into my series either – and love where you went with it!!! Sporting Chance!! 🙂
There's hope! Woohoo!I really like your take on the prompt!
Ha ha Ruth, we're having to be a bit ambiguous with some of these prompts…but it's working!Thank you everyone for sticking with this story…I'm loving writing it, tomorrow will be interesting!
Aha, is there a little light at the end of their tunnel? You are being so creative with these prompts, Lisa! I'm loving this and can't wait for tomorrow!
What a brilliant use of the prompt! I really feel the love between them – he obviously cares so much even though he's so cross. I hope this is good news for them!
The first real positive day for these two! The waters are finally receding.Shame there's not a flare left to celebrate. . . or is it too soon. Love how their emotions flit/change so quickly just like a normal day arguing about washing up/shopping etc but it isn't normal is it? Brillaint. x