
A man dipped a stolen daughter’s hand in the water; the boat undulated. After thirty minutes, the hard ridges between her fingers plumped into webbing. He released a burdened breath.
A chance!
“I brought her back!” He hollered to the night-black sea.
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief, and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
authors inspirations
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper
Maybe a chance for a life at sea then?
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With any luck there might be 🙂
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Woot! I like that you linked it with your flash fiction piece! Poor Naima!
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Hehe. I was stuck for an idea. I figured why not play off the other story.
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