“You must wake, now.”
John woke with a jolt. Pain screamed down his arms, legs, and ribs. He tried to take a deep breath and open his eyes, but his face pressed against something cold, wet, and gritty. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and spit what tasted like sand.
A beach? How did I get here? I was home, in bed? What the…?
“Go to the red awning.”
John leapt up and spun around. No one was there.
“Who’s there?” he shouted. Every joint and muscle screamed at him. “Who said that?”
He turned and saw a wall that lined the beach. Past the wall were cars and buildings. Nothing recognizable. But, there was a small, red awning.
He made his way to the red awning and pushed open the door.
The store was overstuffed with knickknacks and a young woman stood behind a cluttered counter.
“John?” she smiled. “We’ve been expecting you. Close the door.”
He pushed the door closed with his back. “Expecting me?”
“Yes. Welcome to the Committee.”
Another Happy Flash Fiction Friday to you all! This is another response to a Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt. The photo was kindly supplied by Louise at A Storyteller’s Abode. I clocked in at the top ceiling with 175 words. Had to cut a lot, because I was over and above by quite a bit. Hope it still makes sense.
How about you? Give it a try and come up with a story based on the pic. Or, if you wish, you can continue the story I wrote in the comments below. I would love to see where this story could go.
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