Stories tagged “dry”
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Her Spot
All around him, people thrust their way purposefully through the crowd, heads down and shawls up against the storm, harried but certain of their destinations. Sergei alone seemed to dawdle, looking uncertainly at street signs, trying to remember his fe...
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Departed
The chicken wire fence was gnarled; it bloomed outward in a metallic flower of sharp, rubicund-tipped edges. Something thick and heavy had encompassed the atmosphere. Outlines and shapes seemed dull and colorless. The building before her was whitewashe...
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Elephant Walk
They walk, lumbering, over the dried ruts and webbed cracks. The dust swirls from their feet and off their swaying backs and when that dust falls off their backs in an avalanche of WHOOPing brown, they look suddenly very tired. How long their weary tra...
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Dry Low Tide
Perched on the side of a rocky cliff I could hear the ocean waves crash on the rocks below. The seagulls squawked as they circled above looking for an easy meal. In front of me I could see two slugs slowly sliding across my perch oblivious to the impen...
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Dry Low Tide II
The sun blazed on above my shell was very hot I could feel my water beginning to dry up. I could hear the waves below, they sounded closer now. I prayed the water would hurry up on its trek up the cliffs to reach me. All I could think about was my rumb...
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The Field Again
I would have to send them in again, or replace them. When I looked out the window of the third floor, I saw them in the field again, staring upwards to the sun like they were about to drown in a sea of UV. They had burnt out again. Fried. Something ins...