Shore meeting sea, she stood, looking out into the horizon. The sun blazed. Its rays seemed to target only her. She felt the cold water wash over her feet, seasoning them with salt. Sand and pebbles beneath held firm as the tide ebbed, slurping up all that would come. The lure of a promise and gaze of rebuke took her captive. All of a sudden she wasn’t quite sure.
Her thoughts rushed for resolve. She sat and the soft water reached, beckoning. Her full weight making a statement. She picked up a pebble., “Please Lord, what do I do? You are my rock. Why are you so slippery in my hands?”
She listened, but heard nothing audible. She looked at the giant rocks lining the beach. The rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.
dversepoets.com A Prosery, 144 word flash fiction. I used exactly 144. Hope you like it.
The line “The rock cries out to us today, you may stand upon me, but do not hide your face” from a poem “On the pulse of morning” by Mary Angelou.