Haley Whitehall posted an April challenge to write a flash fiction story, 500 words or less (my story is dead on 500 words) and it must start with the sentence, “She had been warned, but now it was too late.” Here is a link to her blog:
I actually used a character from one of my novels to write this flash fiction because she is impulsive and is always getting herself into difficult situations. It seemed like the prompt was written for her. Please feel free to leave feedback as I could always use some constructive criticism.
There is No Place Like Home
She had been warned, but now it was too late. Her damp body shivered as she lay there battered and unable to move. She could feel the icy water lapping against her toes threatening to progress further up her body until it completely consumed her.
The amber sky warned that the sun would be rising soon. She urgently needed to find cover. Perhaps someone would come to rescue her but it would be hours before anyone noticed she was missing.
She was her own worst enemy. Earlier as the sun set she grew determined to venture out on her own but now she couldn’t help but remember the argument she had with her father the night before. She hated to admit he had been right.
As the water now stung her heavy legs she was grateful for the numbness it provided, anything was an improvement on the pain she felt. She tried to drag herself further ashore by grasping at a rock but the slick surface betrayed her.
She had only wanted to prove to everyone that she could do it. She had packed her bag carefully bringing with her all the essentials. Where was her bag now?
Earlier she arrived at the town and waited. It didn’t take long for her to spot the girl. The girl wore black clothes and did her makeup in a way that made her look so sad. There was something so vulnerable and lonely about that girl it was that something that made her perfect.
As she followed the girl down the narrow path to the beach she couldn’t control her excitement. She watched as the girl sat on the sand and finished drinking from the bottle she carried with her. It wasn’t long before the girl slumped over and was fast asleep. That was the moment to act. She approached the girl with caution.
She reached in her bag for a handful of sand and gently sprinkled it into the eyes of the sleeping girl. That should help her have better dreams she thought as she made her way down the beach and towards the water. She felt so elated.
The day would be breaking soon. She reached in her bag again pulling out another handful of sand. As she grasped it tightly she heard someone come from behind her. The world darkened.
She heard someone approaching her again now and she shuddered. She looked up and recognised the girl. The girl pulled her from the water and propped her up against a rock. She noticed a man lying a few feet away from her.
“Don’t worry about him. I have taken care of him. You dropped this.” It was the bag. “What are you anyway?”
She tried her best to put the answer into the girl’s head.
“You’d better go before he wakes up.”
She reached in her bag, thankfully there was enough travelling sand left. She mustered every ounce of strength she had and wished for home.
The Lytes of Sandoo (working title) is about a young girl named Ileana who is destined to follow in her father’s footsteps as a sandman. They call themselves Lytes and try to heal all the ills of humans as they sleep. Their own world is dark and highly regulated, Ileana finds this unbearable. In the second and currently untitled book Ileana begins to journey to earth as her father’s apprentice. Book one needs editing but I hope to work on getting it published in the future.