Flash Fiction: Sunset By The Bay

This was written for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week’s challenge is to write to a prompt, this week’s is sea mist, in exactly 99 words.

I don’t have a silly preamble for this one. It takes me back to growing up and living on the coast.

Sunset By The Bay

The sea mist dances through the sun’s waning glow. Each droplet catches the light creating a rainbow shower. The distant clouds take on a hue of orange, pink, and a faint purple, as the fading disc melts into the horizon. Somehow, the roar of the waves and their crash on the rocks only adds to the tranquility.

The breeze catches the ocean, and it sprays my face. Though salt is all I taste, it’s refreshing on this summer evening.

There’s only one thing keeping this from being a perfect evening.

I reach for your hand, but you’re not there.

Poetry RePrompt: Murmurs

Here’s my fun and whimsical reply to Cubby’s most recent poetry prompt. The original depressing one is here.

I’m probably not supposed to do two for each prompt or challenge, but I enjoy the challenge, and I like to look at things from different sides.

Uprising

The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand

The sea issued a brief speech
“King Octopus has sent the command

I’m spreading as far as I can reach
Creatures of the sea are taking the land

Sea lions have done reconnaissance
Crabs have done a thorough canvas

We have complete reports from dolphins
I’m spreading wherever land is

It was all water once, that’s all we’ve wanted since
The whole world’s about to be Atlantis”

Epilogue:

“Are you threatening me?”

“Yes, quite.”

“Just give me my regular bath and be done with you.”

“One day. One day you will be mine,” murmurs the ocean, as it ebbs.

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Yes, the octopus is king of the sea. In a land of no hands, he with eight shall be king. She with eight shall be queen. I’m not sexist.

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Alternate Titles:
Can You Sea Me Now? (Cut for the bad pun.)

Land Ho! (It’s the ocean, not a pirate.)

A Tsunami Of Murmurs (Too dramatic.)

Something’s Fishy (That one’s just bad.)

Poetry Prompt: Murmurs

Cubby offered up another poetry prompt yesterday. Murmur was the prompt that they gave me. I’m never very prompt with these prompts because I usually check my email in the morning. Check out hers. It’s fun and whimsical. I’m doing another one, which is much more fun and whimsical. I don’t want to be the depressing poetry blog guy. What am I? Edgar Allan Poe? In some ways, yes.

Waves

The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand

I crumble as the waves reach
Where you scribed your love by hand

Two sets of footprints have become one
The other’s were consumed by waves

I walk alone by the fading sun
I cherish the diminishing rays

You slipped through my hand
Now, you’re out of my reach

My feet sink into the wet sand
As I murmur to the ocean from the beach

Update: I finished the fun whimsical one. Here it is. Yes, this. This whole ridiculously long link will take you there. What? I wasn’t sure which part to make the link, so I made it all the link.

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