Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, bob with me. I’ll be here all weekend.
Here’s my contribution:
And Then It Rained
Lounging upon a floating donut, Walter basked as the noon sun pinked his body. At the pool’s edge awaited another tall-boy, his fourth. He had two goals: become totally shit-faced and save any critters from his private ocean. With his hands-of-gawd he’d delivered them unto land, Salvation!, then observed. His latest saved, a soaked honey-bee, appeared drowned.
Such a pity.
He pulled from his can oblivious to the drone’s recovery, erratic flight and sudden injection of venom into his cheek.
A clutch seized Walter’s throat.
He sunk into his bobbing tube.
Day to night, night to day, Walter remained.