The Woman at the River

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The love of the river reminds her of being at the ocean. She stands at the water's edge only to be taken back from the smell of the fresh salty air.

Submitted: March 22, 2017

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Margo carefully walks on the rocks at the river’s edge and closes her eyes. As she keeps her eyes closed she begins to smell the fresh salty water and hear the waves crash against the rocks. She is reminded of a time, not that long ago of standing at the water’s edge of the ocean.  Reminded of the waves crashing against the shore, the smell of the ocean air, the murky water beneath her feet. Soon, Margo begins to slowly open her eyes and as she does this she sees the beautiful blue water around her, she sees the waves crashing against the rocks, she can still smell the fresh salty air. As the sun is shining, she feels the sun beating down on her shoulders. Coming to the river reminds Margo just how much she enjoys the river, a place to be so carefree. If only she could stop time only for a moment.  She once again closes her eyes as she had done before, this time sitting on the rocks, she listens to the sounds around her and says to herself, “What a great day to be at the river.”


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