can you hear me now


The boy’s bronze arm stretched, and his slender fingers touched a rock carefully not to stir the life underneath.

“There used to be a lot more of these guys.”

He picked up a crab, beads of sweat on his neck glistening under the scorching sun.

“They lost their homes, I guess.”

His brown eyes watched the crab crawl up his palm.

The waves surged, crashed through the rain forest and empty houses, and ebbed.

“I’ll be sad if I have to say good-bye to him.”


For Friday Fictioneers – 31 May 2019.

PHOTO PROMPT © Susan Eames


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