In the Wind #amwriting

It’s been awhile since I’ve participated in Three Line Tales. Thank you to Sonya for continuing to provide us with this photo prompt challenge!

three line tales, week 126: a tall ship on the liffey at sunrise

photo by Mark Dalton via Unsplash

 In the Wind

I cannot see boats of any kind without envisioning Maddy, her death, in the churning waters of the Caribbean as the hurricane bore down upon their ship.

I stayed away from hearings, the lurid details of how she might have died, because my imagination needed no feeding.

Instead, I hold close how she lived: the morning bluster until she held a cup of dark roast, her off-key singing followed by the freaky dance she once taught me composed of far too many jazz hands, her penchant for bad jokes when agitated, and I still hear her sorrow in the wind.


end 6/29/2018

Sascha Darlington

9 thoughts on “In the Wind #amwriting

  1. Such a sad piece and I hunk perhaps there is comfort fohim and not knowing how she died, just that she’s alive in his memories. Those are the most important aspects left behind by her too him, not her bd, gruesome or quick.

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