Chelsea awoke with a massive headache, courtesy of the free-flowing booze at the all-inclusive resort.
Welcome to Paradise.
‘Where is John? Why is our room so messy?! Maybe he went down to the beach. Fresh air sounds good.’
She stumbled along the boardwalk and froze at the sand’s edge, confused. It was 2:00 pm but the sky was as black as midnight. Crumpled towels, umbrellas, and flip-flops were carelessly strewn about. But not a single person in sight.
A bright light suddenly shone down on her like a spotlight. Caught between fear and hope, she looked up.
It took her swiftly.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Happy Friday! This is written for the weekly flash fiction challenge, Friday Fictioneers. Check out the other 100-word gems of flash fiction here. Many thanks to our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.