Rochelle sets us a one hundred word, flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, each week. Why not give it a try?
I’m on the left and I’m laughing hard, uncontrollably, at the seagulls, as they circle the cliff. Their every swoop and squawk makes me laugh more. The man sat to the right of me isn’t laughing. He has a face like thunder. I don’t think he likes seagulls much.
Our deck chairs face the cliff, pink house and sailing boat. The sun is setting behind us, throwing our shadows at the cliff.
I need to visit the house. But when I get back, I’m on the right, and the man is laughing. Is my face like thunder? (97)