It was short. I've said everything I needed to say. Remember me. And good luck.
I dropped the slip of paper onto the rocks. In a few hours, when the tide rose, it would wash over the words and carry them out to sea.
The Trifecta prompt was the word "quaint". And I stuck to 110 words for an extra challenge. Stories this tiny are funny--some of them turn out to be just the beginnings of a story. This one didn't.