Microfiction Day 239 – ‘The Note’

She placed the note in the bottle and kissed the cool glass before sealing it shut. She handed it along with a penny to the man on the boat with the weathered face beneath a grizzled beard. Told him to drop it as far out to sea as he could manage.

Over a hundred years later the bottle was found in Daymer Bay, the glass crusted by salt water. The boy snapped a photo on his phone before stamping on the brittle glass.

The note was almost illegible from damp. He saw just two aged words and shrugged.

“Save me.”


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    Justin Smith

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