expectation #flash fiction

The ebb swallowed you: your voice, your love dripping from your words, your hunger for me.

I lie on the sand and wait; above me birds rotating a gloomy sky.

A smell of algae penetrates my nostrils.

Warm sand presses my flesh.

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The flow will bring you back.

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Expectation.

 

6 thoughts on “expectation #flash fiction

  1. magic pictures with smell and sound!

    the tides and ebb
    rains the ocean
    when the moon is near and far

    but this is the ocean
    and this is eternal

     
    1. Thank you for replying with a magical poem! “the tides and ebb
      rains the ocean
      when the moon is near and far”
      Wow!

       

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