Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
Day Nineteen: Fireworks
Flood Part Fifteen
“What the… Did you hear that? Darling? Did you…where are you?”
Clumping footfalls resounded up on deck and a huge bang echoed throughout the darkness.
“Oh hello dear…what are you doing out of bed?”
“Looking for you! What on earth are you doing?”
“They’re not fireworks. They’re flares…emergency flares!”
“But they’re pretty! Have you come to enjoy the party?”
“You woke me. Give me those, I mean it, now! Right now!”
“They’re mine! Watch this!”
“It’s the last one!”
The flare whooshed and erupted flooding the night sky with an eerie cherry-red glow…
It seems like she's losing the plot a little, which is quite sad, but understandable. Great dialogue and fab take on the prompt!
A nice twist!
Oh, this is a terrific take on the prompt, Lisa!! I thought they were seeing someone else's flares and they were close to being saved!! Oh, but now they have no emergency flares, so I am even more worried for them!!
This is developing into such a tragic tale – I really hope something turns it around for them! Wonderfully written!
Very nice, I also thought first it was somebody else but then to notice that she was wasting their emergency flares… I'm sure though it was beautiful 🙂