white seal
thommyg’s three word wednesday: gentle, praise, vulgar
rolling with the strong current he relaxed the gentle pull of fear caught in the small center of his stomach. knowing the sea he chanted a song to the sea spirit full of praise for the highs and lows of the tide which fed the village. gazing upon the prize he secured his catch and swam upwards. no longer filled with weariness the end of the day brought him upward to the surface air he was born to breathe. though they thought his appearance especially vulgar his swaying song caught them all in a net of tranquility. given a drink that ceases all thirst and fish that never spoils the village lived peacefully in the place where dawn begins.
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this reads like a fairy tale – loved it!
It did read like a fairy tale, and such a lyrical one at that.
a fisherman’s tale…loved it!!!
such a wonderful story woven from three words. magical.
sorry of my long absence. i’ve been busy with family, etc… hope all is well.
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This was beautiful and lyrical.
My favorite line was : no longer filled with weariness the end of the day brought him upward to the surface air he was born to breathe.
Absolutely breathtaking.
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reminded me a favorite book from middle school. The Black Pearl – Scott O’Dell.
great imagery.
Very rich and lovely, Ms Pie.
mmmm…. such an interesting piece!
Lovely…..Very interesting….
Evocative.