Flash Fiction: Sunday At Sea

The weather was perfect for a nice day at the sea.

It was Sunday, their Sea-day. Every week for the last four years, the couple had gone sunbathing in the sea. This Sunday was no different. The two had booked their regular floating double-chair, waddled their way to it, and plopped themselves on it. It was their recharge zone. The swaying waves, delightful breeze and the mild sun helped them relax their bodies and minds after slogging hard at work. The two slept back, listening to the jazz on their waterproof i-pods. They painted a picture of sheer serenity with the sunlight being reflected off the suntan gloss on their resting bodies.

The picture remained serene only for a couple of hours. The oblivious couple failed to notice the crowd rushing out of the sea.

They also failed to notice the approaching giant shark fin.


Word Count: 145

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sept 16 2018

Word of the Day Challenge – Gloss

20 comments

      1. I could just see that shark swimming close and as the people start freaking out he throws up his fins up and is like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m not going to hurt you. I thought I heard Euphoria playing and just wanted to see if you were army.”

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