Our captain’s trying to run us aground; I can’t wait.
Starboard ripples announce our target. The depth sounder pings.
Before long, the tide beaches us on our very own (temporary) island studded with starfish. I sink my bare feet into smooth sand, cricket bat in one hand and picnic hamper in the other.
Afterword
The mission: to write a 53-word piece about a “bank”.
Now, I don’t mind the odd movie or show featuring a bank robbery. I thought about making that the subject of this month’s flash fiction piece, but decided against it.
The next idea was to feature a child’s piggy bank. But… it just wasn’t holding my interest.
After a good brainstorm and a walk, I came up with this idea—an adventure to a sandbank (/ bank of sand) at low tide.
Photo attribution: thanks to Ishan @seefromthesky on Unsplash.