Not today, Cheree

© Sean Monaghan

Clayton lassoed into the swell again. The rope fell across Cheree, but another wave collapsed over her. The rocky notch magnified the storm's compressions into furious blades.

Clayton wound the rope back, glancing through the grey. Something bigger approaching. A black wave, sounding like a train.

Cheree surfaced. Clayton looped the rope around a scrawny juniper, tied the other end to his wrist and jumped, grabbing her.

She flailed. 'Let me drown,' she screamed.

He held on as the wave slashed down, tumbling them. The water shallowed and the rope held. Clayton pulled them both back up the rocks.

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Sean Monaghan is a New Zealand writer, with recent flash publications on Powder Burn Flash, MicroHorror and 365Tomorrows.  Sean also tutors in creative writing and reviews books.  More information about Sean and his writing is available on his website - www.venusvulture.com.