Once again, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, which provides a weekly photograph to serve as a writing prompt to create a 100 word flash fiction story. Once again, my daughter (Johanna, 16 years old) has crafted a story.
by Johanna McClure
My house is right on the edge of a lake. I felt so lucky when I bought it, such beautiful views! But living so near the water means I was the first to notice.
It had started raining. That, in itself, was strange–it hadn’t looked like a rain a few hours ago. Actually, it still didn’t look like rain. The sky was perfectly clear. And something else was wrong, something I couldn’t quite place. The rain was falling…oddly, incorrectly. It took me a moment before I saw it.
It wasn’t raining.
The water was going up.