The heat shimmered off the sand. The beach filled with holiday makers craving the coolness of the sea. From his lofty perch Angelo watched, and listened for languages.
“C’mmon mate.” No need to worry about them.
“Con rapidez. Vamos a nadar.” He’d keep an eye on them.
“Suyeongsikida.” He groaned. Koreans always spelt trouble. He watched them neatly place their towels in a pile before heading away from the flags to the smoothest water they could find.
He rang the alarm before their feet touched the water. As the riptide carried them quickly seawards, their saviours followed close behind.
In response to Charli’s flash fiction prompt where she asks:
September 14, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a riptide. How can it be used to move a story? It could be a stretch of turbulent water or a pull of another kind. Go where the prompt leads even if you find it unexpected.
Respond by September 19, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published September 20). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!