This is another Write on Edge piece. The prompt this week was “salt water” In this piece of fiction, the salt water was to be used to solve a problem:
Hunter awoke from deep sleep as a ray of light played across his eyes. After a long stretch, he sat up in bed, casting his gaze toward the bay window. The skies were clear. The sun already shone brightly at 6:30 on this Saturday morning. Today was the day. Hunter cast aside the cobwebs in his mind and lunged from his bed, anxious to awaken his roommate, Cal.
They shared an over-priced flat that looked out over San Francisco’s Ocean Beach. The price they paid in rent, the endless days of fog and gray skies, they were all worthwhile when they got a clear day like today. They both liked to make the most of it; a run in the sand, a game of Frisbee, a lay out in the sun, it didn’t matter.
The beach was empty this early, too cold to lay out, but a rollicking game of Frisbee sounded just about right to them both and they played hard. Suddenly, Hunter let out a shout of disgust. “Why don’t people clean up after their dogs?” he groused to Cal as he hopped on one foot, not wanting to step on the crap again.
Cal approached his friend and after ducking under Hunter’s arm helped him to the water’s edge. “Here,” he said, “use the water to wash off.” As Hunter splashed in the water and rubbed his soiled foot on the sand, Cal stared out at the rolling waves.
Hunter looked at his friend. When he saw Cal’s posture, squinted eyes, head thrust forward at the waters, he asked, “What is it?” He turned toward the sea, “What are you looking at?”
“Look,” Cal said, pointing at the tumbling form, approaching through the froth. “What is that?”
Soon, their questions were answered as the body, broken and battered, washed ashore, near their feet.