A wreck in Pallava Bay

Just like a raven at the sight of a roadkill, Danujan instantly thought of the loot he might possibly get from the wreck. Try as he might, though, he could not enter without tools.

He had to act fast before this bubble of news burst, run back to the shed and grab what he needed before anyone else got wind of the wreck.

Even if nothing of value was in the cabin, he could still use some of the lumber.

Did he indeed not hear the screams from inside, or was the howling of the wind and breaking of the waves as strong as he later told Inspector Mane?

– James Steerforth (© 2012)

Written around possible from Sunday Scribblings and bubble, lumber and wreck from 3WW.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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4 Responses to A wreck in Pallava Bay

  1. Altonian says:

    Amazingly complete snippet of a story. You have said all that needs saying, and the picture is clear. Well done!

  2. G.Graham says:

    I liked this. It serves as a sort of brief portrait and example of character. Very cool.

  3. Sheilagh Lee says:

    well done very succinct story in such few words.

  4. The Lime says:

    Seriously creepy and precisely crafted.

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