"Nasir, what's that floating along the shore?" Myra shouted, her voice carrying along the barren beach.
Collecting garbage off the coast and selling it off to help their amma had become like a routine for them.
A huge crash of the waves brought the object of their fancy closer to the shore.
They ran towards it, excitement in their veins, giggling like kids on a treasure hunt not knowing it indeed was a treasure of sorts.
In the evening news, it was known, two children discovered an old smuggled anchor made of gold on the beachfront.
Mum and I always had each other's backs.
While she was the anchor that held our little family together, Pa was the one who drifted away.
I never looked back and thought about why he left, the way he did.
Maybe he was free spirited.
Maybe he couldn't be bound by chains.
He lies at the bottom of the ocean now, her beloved.
As an anchor would plunge in the sea, did he sink, never to return.
Too painful a memory.
What a lucky escape, people said to her.
How could the gurgling and choking noises in her sleep she evade?
I never can seem to decide what I want to post for Five sentence fiction prompt.
Which attempt do you like best?