Izzy skipped along the sand. She dashed into the water and was chased back out by waves tumbling to the shore. Her mother, Juna, smiled at the soaked and delighted Izzy.
Juna’s husband and son slumbered in a bungalow down the beach. As she watched her daughter, the water receded, exposing the ocean floor. Fish in the distance flopped on the sand.
Izzy shouted, “Look, mommy, the water is gone,” and hurried toward the horizon picking up shells.
“Wait, Izzy! Come back!” Juna cried.
Izzy couldn’t hear her mother over the roar of the ocean returning to the shore.
I’m currently traveling in the Philippines. My guesthouse is located by the ocean in a very small city called Gubat. Since we arrived last week, we’ve experienced three earthquakes. Two days ago, one occurred on a small nearby island and registered at 6.5.
I was riding in a sidecar of a motorcycle taxi and it rattled so badly I barely felt the ground shake from the earthquake. On the other hand, my daughter was shopping and had to run from the grocery store. The overhead lights swayed and merchandise fell from the shelves.
Also, I lived in Asia when the horrific December 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami hit. Thus, this story was born and is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers.
FF is a weekly writing challenge, hosted by the incredible Rochelle Wisoff- Fields, where we are to write a story inspired by a photo. This week’s photo was contributed by writer extraordinaire, Sandra Crook.
To read more stories for this week, visit HERE.