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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 18, 2018

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Submitted: August 18, 2018



She crouched at the river bank, hand sdubmerged in the water. She admired the stillness of the reflected sky, the clouds, and she realized sometimes escape was a necessity rather than a want. Escape was comfort.Escape gave to her what the world had taken away for so many years: hope, imagination, playfulness, happiness. 

She stood, pulled her hand from the water and watched the droplets send ripples through her stillness. But the water didn't fret, it adapted, the sky scrunching together like those paper fans children make. The ripples continued onward until her eyes decieved her.

 He barked her name. She turned, and followed his beckoning. 

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