My response to the secret keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #46
Squally day
hurries threat of rain,
gone blurry
out to sea:
she’s pretending not to care
as it tugs her hair.
Left behind
in the damp, dun sand,
his footprints,
just a hint,
residue of times they shared,
wedding vows declared.
The tracks reach
down the tipping beach,
washing clear,
they disappear
in a quicksilver sea change:
love and life are strange.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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writing in north norfolk 