General Fiction posted October 25, 2021

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Ekphrastic Prose


by Debra White

I didn’t mean to come this far, but I needed space. I had to put some distance between myself and the demands on my time, on my energy, on my sanity.

Out here, there’s nothing. Nothing except the slap of water on wood.  

I breathe in, then exhale.
Breathe in. Then exhale.

An empty vessel, adrift on troubled waters.

Story of the Month contest entry

Just dabbling a little.

Thank you, Robyn, for the challenge :)

Club entry for the "The Boat" event in "Ekphrastic Prose Club--Writing About Art".  Locate a writing club.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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