This week’s photo prompt is provided by momtheobscure.
Man on the Cliff
‘Mum, there’s a man on the cliff; a big man.’
‘Quiet, love. I’m reading.’
‘But there is. Look.’
Anna glanced upwards, squinting as the sun caught her eye. But all she could see was a cliff.
‘Go and play, Max. I just want to finish this chapter.’
So Max picked up his spade and wandered nearer to the water. He looked again. From this angle the man seemed scary, as if he was about to pounce on Max, grab him and hit him over and over. But when Max took a few steps into the sea, he could see the man’s face. Now he looked sad and fearful. Not scary at all.
When Max saw this he ran back to Anna. ‘When can I see Daddy?’
‘Soon.’ Anna put down her book and wrapped her arms around her son.
This post was written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers