• Flash Fiction,  Horror

    Message in a Bottle

    “Grandpa what’s that?” A tiny blonde girl pointed to a bottle half sticking out of the sand. The old man stooped over to pick it up, his spine and knees popping as he did so. “There’s a note in here. Let me see what it says.” He worked his arthritic fingers to remove the cap and tilted the tightly coiled paper out, unrolling it and adjusting his glasses. The note read: “My story, which I hope is one of survival, started a week ago. I brought my boyfriend Dale here for our one year anniversary. The locals call it “The Island of Lost Souls” but we dismissed the stories as…