This flash fiction short story is part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. Stories are to be 100 words more or less, inspired by the photo she posts on Facebook each week.
This week is based on a true story. Names have been changed to protect the naked. :)
I stretch, the artificial turf beneath my mostly bare body scratching my skin as my back arches like a cat. I turn my head, resting my cheek on the second-story deck of the homemade raft swaying beneath us, my slender teenage body cradled above the waves.
“Kristy?” I murmur. “Sleeping?”
“No. The sun’s too hot. Wanna jump in?”
“Sure.” I stand. I gaze to the silent water below and pull the string of my bikini top, tossing it to the deck. Kristy giggles.
I fling myself headfirst off the raft and the chilly water kneads my body as I pierce the surface.
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