100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Ivan inched through a gaping hole in the hull of the rusting luxury liner and swung his light down the hallway. Fifty-six years since it sank. He had no real hope of finding anything. But something kept bringing him back. Treasure hunters had picked the ship clean over the last twenty years.
As he moved down the corridor past tiny cabins, his light caught something deep in the recesses of the room.
A skeleton buried under rubble.
His grandmother’s hand.
He recognized the ruby ring.
Why had Princess Caterina been in a third-class cabin?