Friday Flash Fiction 111 – Plunging

Is he going in, surely not…

Yes he is, fully clothed.

Should I do something?

I can’t stop him, I can only watch helplessly from the cliff top.

There’s no one else around in this awful weather and the rain beating against my face makes it impossible to see him properly now.

Impossible to see if the man now being knocked over by the diagonal waves is trying to retreat back to the shore or allowing himself to be taken.

I came out without my phone, to escape from technology, to drown my worries in the storm. Has the man out there chosen a more drastic way to drown his thoughts?

13 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction 111 – Plunging

  1. Well Pete, real life is far more exciting than fiction. Made my blood run cold to read that! BBC Radio 4 Saturday Live 9am has a segment where listeners can recount their tales and thank someone they could not thank at the time, but it would be unlikely your angler would be still around and listening at the right moment!

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