Flash Fiction: Lines

Silence. Water smothered their surroundings. A faint silver line separated the blue coming from the sky and the rippled liquid mirror. Sheila sighed, naked without her electronics. Her capturer refused to let her paddle, nothing to do but sit. The lack of personal space triggering anxiety. She could be on her X-box playing Mind Craft or on Snapchat showing off her new gold ankle bracelet. Instead, she suffered a slow torture. Screams would only echo. Death awaited. Her fingers fidgeted. What lies beneath the raft? Swimming monsters waiting to be fed?   

The man stopped paddling. Sheila’s heart pounded. No, it couldn’t be happening not after all her hard work.

“I’ll be good.”

Tears sprung and trickled along her cheeks. This is how it ends. Monster. He pulled a bag from between his feet and unzipped the zipper. His weight tilted the boat as he dumped the contents into nature’s bin; her laptop, mobile phone and gaming system clunked as they hit the barrier and sank.

“I warned you this would happen if you didn’t limit your screen time.”

Life over, Sheila vowed never to speak to her father again. Christmas changed her tune.

(195 Words)

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Other stories using the prompt can be found here