Exhausted she slips down the tunnel of the kayak for the shelter of sleep.
The next thing she knows; she is waking, back on the shore. Aching, she coils out of the cockpit and pulls the kayak from the water. There is no escape.
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She pulls the long slim blades of the Greenland paddle through the water in a hypnotic rhythm - left then right, left then right. The full moon provides a path of light to follow. She is entranced. Her wish is to escape to where she can see only stars and moonlit sea.
Exhausted she slips down the tunnel of the kayak for the shelter of sleep. The next thing she knows; she is waking, back on the shore. Aching, she coils out of the cockpit and pulls the kayak from the water. There is no escape.
Sandra James
6/11/2020 08:29:14 pm
Well written, Mary. A parallel for real life sometimes. Let's hope she finds an escape :)
Sue Clayton
7/11/2020 06:03:03 am
The pull of the land is stronger than the pull of the water. The pull of the intrigue as to why she needs to escape is also strong. You have me hooked.
Mary Wallace
9/11/2020 04:30:25 am
A lovely visual piece. Comments are closed.
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