Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode for the first of August, 2025.
Living on the Face
by Elizabeth Guilt
I stumbled blearily down to the water's edge. Which wasn't there.
My eyes snapped open. There should be... shoreline. Waves. A line of uneven wooden posts. We tied our boat up there. So did every other family. The lake couldn't be... gone.
I ran.
"Don't be ridiculous." Mum pointed, and there were the posts, and the lake, just as usual. And a mess of smashed wood swirling in the current. She dropped the teapot, hands flying to her mouth.
"The boat!"
My grandfather lit his pipe and shrugged. "You never listen. My stories are true. And the giant just blinked."