Low Tide

During low tide we search for remnants of the conflict.

Every day brings with it a new surprise, gifts from the battle upstream. Metallic objects washing up on the shore, many of them unfamiliar and no longer of use. Military uniforms floating by like leaves. Body parts settling in oily reflections.

The fuselage of an aircraft sits in the river, our safe space during the high tide. Here we sit under the low sun, waiting for the waters to recede, eager to search for news of our parents.


A 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers. Photo (c) Roger Bultot


22 thoughts on “Low Tide

  1. Wow this piece says so much between the lines. I agree with Sascha you did drop right into the middle of the story which meant the reader hit the ground running. Nicely done.


  2. I’m afraid I agree with Neil, only more so. Children – even teenagers – would surely be spooked by the body parts? And would they have the ironic vision to think of the grisly remnants drifting downstream as ‘gifts’? I feel there is a mismatch between content and voice in the story. I hope you don’t mind my saying so.

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    1. Hi, Of course I don’t mind, I love to get any feedback. I guess the idea with this piece was to try and create the impression that the characters had become desensitised to the horrors going on around them, and so were now living with the very practical daily realities. Probably difficult to do in 100 words, so I can understand if it doesn’t work for some. Paul

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