Coated in sunshine, she surfed the sea’s surface ‘til a rogue wave flipped the craft. The pleasure boat was now her tomb as the icy blackness consumed her.
Could not get my muse to play any music last night. First thing this morning, before my lids fully opened, this popped into my head.
Our prompt, at Write on Edge, has us writing microfiction with a 160 character limit that 'elicit's or expresses fear'. What do you think?