They came with the tide, as if the moon had a story to tell.
Seabirds had eaten their eyes and death stared back from the voids that were left.
They once were a family.
The female’s hands were clasped around the toddler’s body. She had once been attractive but with greyish skin and pink froth covering her lips she seemed closer to mollusk than human.
The male had an open head-wound; probably from a desperate oar or the bow of a boat.
Can you blame a desperate man?
After the hearse had left we drank the wine we had left.
I thought about the part of the beach that you see and what the sea might bring in with the tide.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly prompt and a community of bloggers under the watching eye of Rochelle who share hundred word stories on the same picture every week. Check out what others have written by going to Rochelle’s site or by clicking on the dead frog below
January 8, 2019
If ever there were a reason…. Such a vivid picture you draw!
Getting comfortably numb
Bjorn, I hope that was a 100% fiction story…
Heart-wrenching imagery Bjorn. Well done.
I wish I couldn’t paint it that way.
A picture well-painted, Bjorn
Great description with this one. I expected the bodies to become animated. Michael Jackson Thriller by the sea. Instead, you pulled emotion – well done.
I am more fan of the realistic part… but I can see them zombie around is search of brains.
Great imagery and powerful emotional pull.
It’s an image I wish I wouldn’t be able to describe.
That was so graphic, Bjorn! Well done.
Thank you… I wanted to focus on the description, not saying anything about the emotions.
It sounds like they were escaping something only for death to find them anyway. Nice one!
In the end it was only a faint hope I guess
Not the best thing to read with breakfast. 😉 Graphic and well painted images. Perfect frog picture to accompany it.
Oh… I should have put a warning in the header. Finding the right frog has become a nice challenge.
I’ve met some people that seem closer to mollusk than human.
Well painted images superbly written.
P.S. – I love the frog. Soon as you pick up some more wine we’ll begin disecting him.
Thank you… I know some that behaves more like mollusks than human.
This is so full of horror and sadnes… with a perfect title. Very timely, too. When you don’t look away, getting drunk is deserved.
if anything, they deserved a decent burial. after all, they were humans, too.
Wow thats bleak Bjorn. But I love the ending, they drank the wine and went home. Brilliant
Vivid imagery for a tragic tale. Well described, Bjorn.
What a bleak, sad story. Very well described, Bjorn, and very topical.
Uncomfortably descriptive, but a great take Björn.
A sad situation that is so real. Well told.
I rather am in awe of their nonchalance… the descriptions were fabulous. Wonderfully done.
That’ll spoil a day at the beach every time.
A dark and visceral story,the empty staring eye sockets.Shades of a horror story. There was something creepy about the story teller and friends drinking the family’s wine.
Oh what a terrible thing to see come in on the tide. Sounds like quite the mystery. I can imagine this as the opening to a detective show.
That is quite an image you describe. And sadly all to real down the centuries of human existence.