A picture says a
thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a
metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about
this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your
block!
Every evening she went down to the
waterfront. The bread shop closed at sunset. They sold the remaining loaves at
half price. She could just afford half price. With her loaf clutched under her
arm, she started up the winding hill and followed the cobbled path back to her
home. Her boarding house was probably the furthest away from the water, too.
She rented a room and it was cheaper the further away from the water it was.
She liked being away from the
water the problem was, the water didn’t like being away from her. It followed
her, up the hill - the opposite way water was supposed to flow. She looked over
her shoulder and glared at it. It usually gave up before she got home. But not
tonight. Tonight it was determined to shadow her.
She stopped at her bottom step.
“No,” she told it. “You have to go
back. You’re sea water. You will ruin the drinking fountain again.”
It burbled happily at her feet but
didn’t withdraw.
“I’m serious.”
She pointed back towards the
lighthouse and the waterfront. “Go back!”
It murmured something. A susurrus
of sound.
She leaned closer to it. “Swim? Is
that what you said?”
“Yessss,” it agreed.
The air was not cold. She wore
only a summer dress but it was too late in the evening for swimming.
“Tomorrow, if the sun is shining.
I will swim in the sea.”
“Sunssset,” it insisted.
She glanced at the moon where it
hovered over the sea. Almost full. Tomorrow night it would be complete. She
knew the moon, the sea and the tides were linked even if she didn’t know how.
She frowned. Whatever the sea
wanted, it had never hurt her. It followed her like a disobedient puppy but it
meant no harm.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Now, off you
go.”
“Sssweet dreamssss.”
She patted it - a reward for being
obedient and watched it ebb away, leaving the cobblestones slippery and
glistening in the light of the moon. She knew her dreams would be of seaweed,
surf, silvery fish and darting seals.
They always were.
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© AM Gray 2013
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