Riptide

Categories Life, Words

Sometimes when I stand on the rocks,

the water is gentle.

The sun throws splashes of daylight stars

to tickle my feet.

Other days, the water is playful.

The breeze laughs, blows bubbles around my ankles

and knees, pretending these small waves can topple me.

On darker days,

the water churns by swiftly,

and it is difficult to balance.

But I do.

When storms come,

the water grows too dark for me to see below.

Confused and bewildered, I stumble,

the pull of the undertow stronger than my will.

Caught in the riptide, I can no longer stand.

Swim.

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I’m back at the Ranch!

This post submitted to the September 14 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a riptide. How can it be used to move a story? It could be a stretch of turbulent water or a pull of another kind. Go where the prompt leads even if you find it unexpected.

 

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.


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