This is my Friday Fictioneerssubmission. Apologies but last week, I wasn’t able to find the time to read and comment on other stories because of ‘unforseen circumstances’ but I should be able to this time.
Thanks to B W Beacham for the photo (oddly redolent of the view of Spike Island from Widnes’ superlative Catalyst museum).
100 words exactly.
Gregor would have done anything to win Sally back. He tried poetry but his spelling let him down. Drinking numbed the pain but the people of Bridlington weren’t ready for the sight of a grown man weeping into a pint of Baileys. In the end, he took to staring moodily out to sea every day, dodging the dog walkers as his plimsolls got wet. He thought if he waited till the tide came in, maybe she’d see him and realise how much he cared. She never did, and by the time he realised it, he’d been washed halfway to Heligoland.