This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Lesa walked down the beach as the waves crash the shore. The sand beneath her feet washed away with each new wave. The smell of the salt water tickled her nose. She looked over her shoulder at the house behind her. Her parent’s
50 Word Thursday #7 The rules: 1. Completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words – maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable – poetry, story, anecdote. 2. There will be a photo and a random phrase that I will take from the current book I am reading – you can use either or both. This
Again. Another beating, more destruction. Allie dropped to the corner and covered her face with her arms. “Please don’t hit me. I’ll do better. I promise.” “You better have this place clean before I get back.” He left, slamming the door behind him sign falling to the floor. Worst sign ever. Tears flowed down her
