This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
Queen of tides
“Her scent is what the ocean spreads…
The waves bend with hints of her mood…
The depths define colors of her eyes….”
“Sounds amazing dear…Who is she?”
“The Queen of tides… I saw her once riding a horse emerging from the sea.”
An injection pricks his arm, as Rann struggles to sleep. His memories of life had been of choosing one pain over another. These last days of immobility gave him the liberty to dream and not cry to sleep… Just that sleep has betrayed him now, just like love did and life is about to.
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