Angry, he dashed out of the room of the beach side resort leaving her to console herself. He put on the life vest unthinkingly, out of habit and picked up his kayak, ignoring the other red one next to his. He paddled into the troubled ocean, a murky gray reflection of gathering gloom. “Get out as fast as you can when you see a storm, especially lightning” he recalled his instructor say so many years back. “Lightning strikes the tallest object it can find and that could well be you”.
He laughed derisively at the memory. “Oh yeah? Bring it on! Let us see who beats whom.” he said defiantly as he went deeper into the ocean that was as turbulent as he was. She sat waiting, alone in the dark room.
Photo courtesy: TJ Paris
Word Count: 132
Flash Fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.
Thought trail 
Sounds like he is about to be struck by lightening! And, it sounds like he may deserve it! Great story!
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Thank you! I am worried about the girl though… I keep harking back to her.
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Oh! They both need some time and space to cool down. But doesn’t seem like he’s getting either. Well written take. Evokes the intended emotions perfectly.
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Thank you Varad! Yes, I agree. If only he had taken the time to cool down….
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