100-Word Fiction: ‘Cemfjord’

Two rectangles, side by side, colour-blocked in white and red, the line between them vertical. Two horizontal blocks of blue surround this central form; a lighter colour above, a deeper shade below, each flecked with greys and whites. The geometry, the symmetry, the palette of the image is alluring. Looking again, you notice the white rectangle is in fact a trapezium of sorts and the red rectangle is rounded at the top. A small black square dots the white. There is an inscription: Cemfjord. The sky is grey. The sea is rough. The prow of the ship is sinking fast.