Jemma ran around the beach, arms outstretched, zooming, summersaulting. Zilla followed, treading in her sister’s footsteps. At times she was on her sister’s heels, at other times she carefully walked backwards in the marks her sister made, leaving no imprint of her own.
“What are you two girls doing?”
“Daddy I am going to be a pilot when I grow up.” Jemma continued her flying.
“And I am going to be invisible when I grow up” Zilla said.
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Jemma’s first brief, to defend the elusive beach house thief, excited her until Zilla greeted her from behind the bars.
For Charli’s 99 flash fiction where this week she asks:
October 12, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a walk across the sand. It can be a literal day at a beach, in the sand box or a metaphor of your choosing. What is the sand like and what does it reveal to the reader?
Respond by October 18, 2016 to be included in the compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
One out of two realising their childhood dreams is not a bad result! Great story.
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Thanks Norah. Nothing like seeing a dream come true……
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What a beautiful set-up for that fall. Nice twist. Great flash.
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Thanks Sarah. 🙂
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You wrote so much in so few words! I guess the dreams made upon the sand in play twisted in adulthood. And I always love the character names you come up with.
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That is the beauty of fiction – you can make up names
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Thanks Charli. That is the beauty of fiction – you can give your characters names that add an extra layer of meaning. Zilla means night shadow which most probably would be invisible.
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