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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:

http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/23/25-january-2013/

For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, the water is lovely.

Here’s my The Fog Horn (by Ray Bradbury) inspired contribution:

Sea Mist

There was a hollow baying.

The doleful sound stirred with the rhythmic lapping of gentle surf, the soughing of palms and sea grasses, the darting geckos and side-stepping crabs, but it could not be mistaken if you knew what to listen for. Loneliness and longing as only a lost soul married to the sea can fathom.

Arriving at these sacred grounds and, lying upon the sands near which she first knew love, she breathed deeply the sea mist while the waves rocked her.

Slowly.

She choked, her drying eyes bulging.

In a moment of grace, sweet death returned her love.

jKb



Thank you again to MadisonWoods for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:

http://madison-woods.com/index-of-stories/082412-2/

For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come. Would you like a piece of candy? How about a nice balloon?

Today’s installment:

To Decide

Nailed to the town center post was a stretched vellum bearing proper seal and ink. Rose came upon the misty square at first light while bringing eggs for the market. She paused at the notice, lips slowly shaping words, her palm mindfully caressing her protruding belly as she read a second time with narrower eyes. Her grasp weakened, mouth slackened. The woven basket slid then crashed to the ground. Another government decree, this time declaring only one child per marriage, effective immediately. The most chilling word printed in boldest red stated ‘Retroactive’.

Oopsy daisy, mommy. You had an askident.”

jKb