My short story
The White Flip Flop
is in Fish Nets.
The White Flip-Flop
I was walking on a beautiful sandy beach in Greece at the end of a glorious day. As the tide hit the beach, I noticed a single white flip-flop being tossed in the froth. When I got to that spot on the beach, I kicked the flip-flop up to the sand away from the waves. The wet rhinestones glittered in the sunlight.
Seeing that solitary flip-flop fired my imagination. My brain raced with questions and possibilities.
How could a woman leave a single flip-flop at the beach? How could she walk away with only one flip-flop? How did it get in the water?
By the time I returned to my hotel, a story started to coalesce with a main character, a murderer, the victim and the solitary white flip-flop.
H. S. Stavropoulos