Time for another Friday Fictioneers entry. The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like or comment.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Tide
He had been drunk of course. Drunk and careless, they told her apologetically. The retreating tide always made the rocks treacherous.
With such ease that she wondered why she had never done it before, Sarah slipped the gold band from her finger and let it fall. A high-pitched note rang out as it bounced, like the peal of a bell, cutting through the roar and turmoil with absolute clarity.
She did not see where it landed. Her eyes were already fixed on the horizon: on different shores and endless possibilities. The rocks under her feet felt anything but treacherous.

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