Lost at Sea – Friday Fictioneers, September 2020

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Copyright Roger Bultot.

Flotsam, the kind of debris that ends up in the sea by accident…  accidents of carelessness, misfortune, or simply caused by the passage of time.  The flotsam on the pavement outside their apartment comprises chipped crockery, torn clothing, empty plant-pots, broken picture frames and the like.

Jetsam, on the other hand, is the stuff that is deliberately thrown overboard, sometimes in distress, occasionally in anger or just as a last resort, simply to lighten the load.

Which was I, she wonders, turning the rubbish over with her toe.

It’s not often I come in under 100 words, but here I am at 89, and couldn’t think of anything else to add. I suspect the Friday Fictioneers leader has no problems hitting it right on the button each week.  Thanks for all you do, Rochelle.

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