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I long for the salt-laden air and warm breeze that caresses my sun-drenched face. I remember when you brushed my rich brown hair from my hazel eyes and then kissed me on the beach. Oh how we laughed and loved and danced. I remember losing my balance but you were right there to catch me and put me straight. I remember the spray of ocean water swirling about our feet as we tried to keep our pants from becoming drenched. I remember the twinkle in your eyes and the melody in your laugh.
What happened to us? What went wrong?
Drabble- n. story told in exactly 100 words.
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Very poetic!
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DeleteToo much (or too little?) beach?
ReplyDeleteToo little of course. We always need more beach. ;)
DeleteI do became I don't?
ReplyDeleteYes, sad twist to the ending here. What was I thinking. ;)
DeleteI had never heard of a drabble before, but I think this is a very good one! Made me think of an experience of my own. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura. I try to write with universal themes in mind.
DeleteThe contrast is poignant.
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