Toes in powdery white sand. The waves gently rippling to shore. Rum punch in hand. Damn but you can’t hold it in anymore. You put down your plastic cup, stand up and proceed to do a happy dance that has your mortified friends planting their faces in their hands. But you don’t care because it was one long gray seemingly infinite winter that chilled you to your bones, in the midst of which your boyfriend left, and you turned ingloriously thirty-three. But you are here at last and nobody’s going to deny you this dance or the few more to follow.
end 4/6/2017
S. Darlington
Ooh!
Love it! Happy dance! woot
Because sometimes you just gotta!
Nice one Sascha, reads like a poem, some lovely writing there. Enjoying your daily posts.
Thanks, Iain. This challenge is living up to its name. (I’m wishing I had done a complete story like you!) 🙂
I’ll be visiting yours soon.
Yes in some ways it is easier to only have to think of one story, although mine is giving me plenty of challenges too!
They always do, but I have found one fun thing about the continuing story is “ruminating” about it while you do other things. I’ve had some fun plot jumps during those times. 🙂