Platform-Building Campaign - Flash Fiction.

If you're here looking for Lady Gwen's Judge & Jury Blogest, it's directly below this Challenge.

Here we go with the first challenge set by Rachael Harrie. 

Mine's a contemporary piece!

The door swung open, as though beckoning her to greet the morn. Raw scent of man replaced by salty air drifted through her cliff-top cottage. He was gone, but he’d be back. They always came back if she wanted them to. 

   How strange, though, that the sound of the sea crashing on the cliffs seemed closer than usual, almost surreal, as though swirling beneath her. True enough, pilot officer Brett Master’s had made the ground move all right, and maybe this time she might hang around longer than just for the weekend. 

   She smiled, the local lovesick barmaid leapt to mind, whom, according to village gossip a bit of a witch on the side. Funny really, the silly girl had cast an evil eye in their direction and mouthed some whispered curse as they’d made to leave. They’d naturally laughed and left the pub arms about each other.

   She stretched cat-like, languidly slid from the bed and walked naked toward the door.

   The lawn, the road . . . What?

   The ground had moved: moved for real.

   Shiiiiiit.

   She stood there, nothing beneath but swirling water, and Brett gone for good, no doubt about it.

   The cottage was teetering on the edge of the cliff, and suddenly the door swung shut behind her.  

   

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