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.
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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