Prompt for October 4, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

In the depths of my soul I know that there is some good in me.  Not much, perhaps, considering how my life has been filled with nothing but pain and rejection, but it’s still there.  Sometimes though it is damned hard to find.  But Olivia Charles found it.

I wasn’t supposed to be on the pier that night.  No, I was supposed to be at home looking after my younger brother, but since he left the house when I went to the bathroom to take a leak I figured there was no reason for me to stay at home.  Yeah, I was going to get shite when I got home, but that was no different than any other night.

The plush wasn’t that loud, slightly louder than the normal sound of the waves, but the screaming got my attention.  I looked around the pier and discovered that at eleven o’clock at night in the fall there is no one on the pier.  Except me.  I didn’t want to get involved, but something in the pit of my stomach forced me to get up from the bench and look around to see if I could find the person screaming for help.  I could.  I did.

Before I knew it I was slicing through the water like a dolphin, easily finding the red-haired girl before the waves take her to their watery home beneath the sea.  Within minutes I had her in the shallows, allowing her to get her feet underneath her as she stood, no staggered, farther up the beach to fall on the sand once she reached the high tide marker.

As she rolled over on to her back, her breath coming in painful gasps, she looked up at me with her hazel eyes and I knew, right then and there, that I would give my life for this girl.  It felt like there was a rope between us, a connection so deep yet so strong that nothing could break it.  I held on to that invisible rope with the strength of a man who knows that this might be his one and only chance at love, at a life that consists of more than spending my time working at a 7-Eleven and playing video games in the basement.

Just, why did it have to be her?

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