Sweet Drowning

Sweet Drowning

A Story by Autumn's Child
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Just a snippet of a short story

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 His words made her think of waves, the soft edges white with foam that captured all that it touched, drawing the happy victim into its vast belly.  If she stood near him long enough, his waves washed over her feet, threatening to knock her off balance with the pull of his charisma.  Everyone loves the ocean.  And she was no exception.  She couldn’t help but want to swim in him, envelope herself so deeply in him so as to experience a sweet drowning.  But she dared not tell him.  She was sure that her heart was leaking from her eyes, but she played the charade that nothing was amiss.  He’d never know that in her dreams she woke next to him every morning, made him pancakes with strawberries laced on top, poured him hot coffee fresh from the French press he would have bought for her on a whim to remind them of their trip to Italy earlier that year.  He’d never hear her clumsily read to him from her section of the newspaper after he had delighted her in a monologue of stories from Iraq with such passion that she wished she was a soldier so that he’d speak of her…..  He would never know that when she heard him speak she heard the poetry of a thousand singing seagulls over an endless sea on a lazy Sunday morning when the sun had just created a new day.

© 2008 Autumn's Child


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you have a beautiful way of making the words flow together piece by piece.
wonderful job

Posted 16 Years Ago


I enjoyed this 'snippet'... found it light and refreshing. You have captured a great deal of emotion in this short scene, yet kept it soft around the edges. Great job... look forward to reading more.

Posted 16 Years Ago



" She was sure that her heart was leaking from her eyes, but she played the charade that nothing was amiss."

Wow that must be some writer down there at the paper.

"He would never know that when she heard him speak she heard the poetry of a thousand singing seagulls over an endless sea on a lazy Sunday morning when the sun had just created a new day."

Too bad for him (the sorry sap lol). Seriously though, too bad.

You really put strawberries on your pancakes?
I bet that tastes wonderful.


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Autumn's Child

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The majority of this poetry is now in a book titled "Everything I Am Not Saying". Find it here ----> amzn.to/16TZB3q For more of my writing, visit crissilangwell.com Thank you for the years .. more..

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