Flash fiction by Nicola Charlton

nicola charlton

I’m on a sandy, abandoned beach. Waking up I feel completely different, I’m sore and have nothing. I’m scared and lost.

Moving from lying down, I bury my head into my knees and weep. What happened last night? Was I drunk or drugged? All I know is I’m scared and lonely.

I don’t know what I’m going to do next. I’m alone and vulnerable. How could this have happened to me? Out of all the people in the world, why does it have to be me? All I can do is wait and hope for someone to come and help.

I look around for my bag,  purse, clothes… a memory. But they are all gone…

Clore Poetry and Literature Award