One Last Shot

 

This is a 100 word story that I received a highly commended rating for on Morgen Bailey's contest. I had to use the phrase, before the shot was fired.

One Last Shot

By

Douglas Goodrich

 

I could see the ship in the distance. I had been waiting for this moment for exactly 247 days, marked on the cave’s entrance with a chalky rock.

I scrambled onto my feet, falling forward into the sand, then recovered and headed to where I stashed the remaining contents from my wrecked 1998 Beach Bonanza B36TC single-engine plane.

I desperately threw my clothes and accessories onto the sand, digging in deep to retrieve the last remaining flair. Before the shot was fired, my finger slipped causing the flair to bounce off a tall palm tree, wasted on the beach below.