ORANGE TAPE
The beach was packed, but an area at the
far end was empty, cordoned off only by flimsy orange tape. There was a sign in
Spanish but no guard, so Trudi stepped over and spread her towel, ignoring the
shouts of a local.
“Can I explore that cave, Mum?”
Charlie’s ‘cave’ was the size of a
small car – Trudi nodded, lay down and relaxed.
She was woken by a shower of pebbles and
looked up, far too late to run - she didn’t stand a chance against a forty-ton rock.
It took them three long, hot days to
find Charlie.
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It's only a story - right? Yes, but based on somethng that happened while I lived in the Canary Islands. You can read the news report here: http://www.tenerifemagazine.com/happenings/2-dead-6-trapped-in-los-gigantes-rockfall.htm
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to C E Ayr for the stunning (!) photograph that is this week's prompt. Follow the links from https://rochellewisoff.com/ to read other stories.
And for anyone who read my blog two weeks ago, I am proud to announce the arrival of my third granddaughter - I am now Nanny Liz to five children, all delightful!
