I’d ordered a supermarket delivery, to be left at the kitchen door. No sign of it. My stomach growled at the sight of empty cupboards. The village pub, I thought, served food. I locked the door, set off on the coast path under a flood of stormy sunset. Should be there by dark.
This is the latest installment of an attempt to write a story one tweet at a time, as well as a response to Kat’s Myrman’s twittering tales photo prompt for this week. You can start from the beginning here: Haunted Coast: Twittering Tales #81 and work forwards.