Here I am again, with yet another challenge from Rachael Harrie's FourthWriter's Platform-Building Campaign. This time, we have a variety of options. To begin with, we have one written prompt, and four seemingly unrelated photos (one is below), which to me, is the ultimate in challenges!
Since I am off to a Family Economics Conference this weekend, I chose to do only one of the options...another flash fiction of less than 200 words. And I'd like you to make a comment below. Let me know what you liked (if anything), and how I could have done better.
If you'd like more info on the Writer's Platform Campaign Challenge check this link. I'm #70, if you'd like to give me a thumbs up. It would be much appreciated! And while you are there, check out the many other creative entries...
Too Close For Comfort
Hyperventilating because of my near death experience, I leaned against the rusty remains of a concrete bridge, thankful to be alive. Miraculously, I had only a cut on my leg. Becky, my best friend, had rescued me again. But this time, it wasn't from a social faux pas. And she had only wet hair to show for the feat.
Swimming near a tributary of the Amazon, I suddenly felt myself pulled under and spun like a whirlpool on a wooden spoon. I panicked, and cried out to God. Thoughts of my young son on a Brazilian Estate flashed through my mind. Instantly, Becky pulled me from the undertow, and onto the bank, where national children rummaged through a garbage dump.
A brilliant web of tiny stars whirled before my still closed eyes. "Vicki, Vicki...are you okay? Wake up...speak to me!"
Coming back to reality, I felt a gentle slap on my cheek. Becky had somehow delivered me to the crumbling bridge, leaning me against it to catch my breath.
"Looks like it's not your time to go, Vicki...the mission still needs your help!"
I smiled weakly, thanking God once more...I would see my son again.
So, what do you think? Any constructive comments would be appreciated...thanks for stopping by!