The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, February 15th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)
This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, February 24th, 2017.
He stumbled across the bottle half-way along his walk; the roar of waves, the feel of tiny shells beneath bare feet, comforting him like little else in the world. He dreamed of staying on the beach forever. He wouldn’t miss the hectic world of work, the few moments of play, which dominated his existence over the past years. To be honest, he wouldn’t miss anything and nothing would miss him.
It was an old wine bottle, or maybe one of those fake champagnes. He’d heard countless stories, seen countless films, of bottled messages, but he’d never imagined he might find one himself. It was a romanticized idea with no place in his realistic world. And yet, the bottle felt real in his hands, crusted with sand and seaweed.
“My name is Kylie. I feel alone. Arigatou gozaimasu.”
It ended with an address in Japan.
The note fluttered from his fingers. Who was he to take on anyone else’s loneliness? Didn’t he have enough of his own? And yet, he picked up the note and crumbled it into his pocket.
Returning to his cottage, he sat on the deck, paper on his lap. After a moment, he began to write.