
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
“Time to go.” Ari shook the ground-cloth.
“One more swim to the breakwater and back!” Deni pleaded.
Ari eyed the sky, the flagpole buckling in the wind, the jellyfish tumbling in the surf. “Another time,” he turned to fold their sun-umbrella.
Behind him he heard Deni’s running steps. He reached for the vinegar. That girl never did listen.
For Sammi’s weekend writing prompt: Breakwater in 58 words
Good story.
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🙂 Thanks! ‘Story’ is stretching it … given that it is so so short … but, hey, I’ll take it! 😉
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Thank goodness for the vinegar.
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🙂 In some places along the Mediterranean, people know enough about the jelly fish to know that a little vinegar can make all the difference … 😉
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