Saturday, 8 August 2009

Going beyond

The sea was his last and first memory.

.....Once the smell of a father fresh from the

boats that held and danced him into the

sea, laughing at the waves and fretting


.....Now as the glass bottom light darkens,

he stops struggling as the voices of his past call.

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.