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Before Edmund left for service in France, Martha kissed his golden hair and smashed his cap over it. "Now, keep it under your hat!" They both laughed as the train left the station.
After Edward’s death at Dunkirk, Martha made a reluctant pilgrimage to the strand each day. She stared, with tears drifting down her cheeks, at rough stormy seas. Debris from broken and destroyed ships washed into the dilapidated port.
After Edward’s death at Dunkirk, Martha made a reluctant pilgrimage to the strand each day. She stared, with tears drifting down her cheeks, at rough stormy seas. Debris from broken and destroyed ships washed into the dilapidated port.
“Where else
could it go?” She whispered bitterly. “I
guess it truly is any port in a storm.”
She turned and slowly walked away on wet sand.
This week the words are provided by Margaret Adamson.
Every week, we are given a selection of prompts; what we do with those prompts is up to the blogger. Try a short story, poem, song, prose, or nothing at all.
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This week there are two phase prompts with which to work, underlined above. Let your fingers do the typing!
