100-word Flash Fiction
This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I plop into the lawn chair and settle in to wait.
They said it appears every August around full moon, and this year I am determined not to miss it.
I have my camera.
I squint into the last rays of setting sun as it burns a path across the waves.
I check my watch. Soon.
An hour later the moon rises behind me. White sparkles dance off the black water.
I jump as a deafening screech rises in the night. A ball of red flames bobs on the waves.
Fire on the ocean!
Just like they said.
Where’s my camera?