The ship went down quickly. Those who could made for the life rafts; the rest jumped overboard. I was one of the lucky. The night air chilled my skin, but I never noticed the cold. A woman next to me grabbed my hand and held too tight. Thank God I thought. If I felt pain, at least I was alive.
No one spoke. A line of yellow lights glowed ahead no one wanted to break the spell.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Carla Bicomong for this week’s prompt.
Word Count = 78
21 thoughts on “Hope”
Really good, and in so few words. A frightening experience but still there is hope.
A different take to the story. Nice.
Great unique take Susan.
A different way to look at the prompt. Nice one.
Excellent take, Susan.
I love ‘If I felt pain, at least I was alive.’ Moving story of suffering and hope.
Thank you Jennifer. I appreciate the comments
Nice depiction of the state of shock one must feel, after such a horrific experience. I’m happy that hope is in sight.
Thank you. I appreciate the comments.
A line of lights definitely signals hope of rescue.
Thanks Liz. I appreciate the comments.
Brief, vivid and well written.
I appreciate your kind comments Rochelle. Thank You.
Great descriptions. Pain is good in this instance. Well told.
Thank you Jilly