There she was, a girl of the Atlantic, facing a problem as big and wide as the Pacific. How to get from one to the other?
Build a bridge. Go to him know, that's the first thing. Just because you haven't seen the Pacific doesn't mean you can't feel the tides in you.
She opened the door and slid in next to him.
Look at him, he's right there.
She reached her arms all the way across the great Pacific and collected him, like a big wave pulling beach rocks out to sea, gathered him in close, not letting go.
Another 100-word epic previously published at Drabble Rousers, which is apparently and sadly no more.
I loved this.
ReplyDeletethank you! this actually started as a longer story that's here somewhere too.
ReplyDeletei wrote it to an indie ink prompt, and then re-worked it to be 100 words.
i think it's much more interesting now.
the original version is called Specific Pacific, i believe, if you are interested :)
succinctly beautiful... girl from the Pacific approves most heartily
ReplyDeleteAhh... I love this!
ReplyDeleteahhh... me too, actually :)
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