This post is in response to Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch Communications’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. I was intrigued by this writing exercise that consists of only 99 words and knew I had to give it a try. The prompt for this week, which is renewed each Wednesday, is “Walk Across Sand.”
I’ll take any opportunity to practice my writing, and I think Charli is a very interesting person, so here’s my story.
Sand in Her Soul
She grew up on the beach and was twelve-years-old
before she knew
that all beaches did not have
sand that looked like pearlized glitter.
She used tanning lotion when she was on the Gulf side of the island
and was unaware of the sun’s effect.
But she did know about the secret,
she just did not know what the secret was.
She thought about it most of the time.
Secrets are fear-filled and ugly. So, finding out
what could not be spoken
was not one of her top priorities.
Not knowing was better than the knowing was to be.