Friday Fictioneers - "Nothing to see" #100wordstory

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

​The seagulls circled in restless spirals, almost impatient, waiting long enough for him to take his leave. I lie on the cooling sand and watch him shrink. Our small sailboat carving its way through gray waves, disappearing with no plans of return.

​Salt and blood mark my tongue. My vision becomes cloudy. It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing more to see anyway. What’s done is done. The gulls no longer wait, and they argue over me as if I’m already gone. They tug and tear. 

We both knew one of us wasn’t leaving the island. I’d just hoped it wasn’t me. 
                          
                            (100 Words Exact)


Friday Fictioneer challenge is hosted by Rochell Wisoff-Fields. Read other stories base on the picture above Here.

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