copyright – Ted Strutz
High Tide – 100 Words
Stan forced a swollen eye open through a crust of dried blood and ran a tentative tongue over the broken stumps of his teeth. Despite his injuries he felt elated, he had double-crossed the Martello clan and lived!
He tried to get up but couldn’t, he was shackled to a chair. His bare, bloody toes wriggled in fine, golden sand. Puzzled, he tried to focus on the horizon, where a silvery strip grew wider by the second.
With alarming speed, the foaming sea rushed in to claim him.
Stan’s bladder control failed him.
No-one crossed the Martello’s – and lived.