Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge; the prompt is sea mist.

After the dark and stormy night, sea mist came rolling in the following morning. No one was surprised to see the mist itself, but what did surprise them was its color.

Periwinkle sea mist.

“Now, what on earth do you reckon made it turn that color?” George, the gas station attendant asked of anyone who was listening.

“Heck, I dunno,” was the consensus.

“I bet I know,” Gladys announced.

“What, then?”

“Global warming,” she said. “It’s gotta be.”

“That’s an easy fix,” George shrugged. “All ya gotta do is stick yer ol’ globe in the fridge for a while.”


SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman

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