Footprints-Something Fishy #writephoto


Looking behind her, she saw her footprints.  She cocked her head, studying them.  They looked so odd to her.  She smiled and bent over to pull her shoes off.  “At least that’s a little better!”  She thought to herself.

Continuing toward the water, she inhaled the sea air.  She felt invigorated.  She shucked off her shorts and top and jogged the last few yards to the water’s edge.  With a giggle of wild glee, she plunged into the surf.

About a quarter mile off shore, she finally surfaced.  She was looking back at the beach.  After a moment of contemplation, she thought “It was fun for a little while, but it’s good to be going home again.” and with a flip of her tail, she dove toward the depths to begin the journey home.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

This was in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  You can find out all about the fun HERE.

Day 18 of my 30 day post-a-day challenge.  🙂

 

 

 

Stormy


She is a storm.  Unleashed; empowered.  She knows her worth and yields it with abandon. Her power is her presence. Her gaze makes men go weak and women hunger for something unnamed.

She walks through life with a tempest on the tip of her tongue.  Her hair is the stormy sea; her eyes, a squall.

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