Strange Writing: Flash Fiction

The Preserve

Sarah planted both hands on the railing of the boardwalk and peered down at the ferns and murky water. The signs in the parking lot had advised to look down at the water as well as out at the trees to spot wildlife. So far, she had only spotted a tangle of wilting pink balloons ensnared in a cypress tree.

She sighed, hoping to spot an alligator, or at least a wading bird before leaving. When she spotted the small cuff of a pink sleeve sticking out of the water instead, she began to scream.


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