Thanks once more to Rochelle for harvesting the Friday Fictioneers 100-word stories. You’ll find the whole hoard in the store-cupboard at this little LINK. My story is set in September 2015, in the English seaside town of Lyme Regis (sandcastles, cream teas, fossils and Jane Austen).
Thanks also to Marie Gail Stratford for the photo prompt.
Oh I do love to be beside the seaside
Your beloved cove – it’ll be as good as new.
That’s my son, the oil company PR guru. But he didn’t expect me to go and see for myself.
We honeymooned there, my late husband and I; slept deep to the sound of waves, woke to the call of seagulls.
Last night I lay awake as the huge machines washed the sand and filtered the seawater. After my morning coffee I rang a few newspapers, packed a bag and fetched my walking stick.
Eighty-five-year-old woman joins environmental camp.
My beloved son – doesn’t he realise who gave him those PR skills?
M J Lewis ©2015