‘S a 6.

She woke from fitful dreams, dressed in layers of assorted clothing, a hat, and gloves. Her physical shelter provided walls to shield the elements of nature, though this particular evening, provided none against the cold of harsh circumstance. Bundled, she withdrew beneath covers, warmed of body if not of soul; allowed her mind to wander at will. She walked upon deserted beach dotted with sparkling sea glass, allowing soft, moist sands to ground her as she stepped eagerly towards the surf. Coaxed further, cool ripples drew her ankle deep as the salty swash continued to tickle and tease. She loosed her clothing, each piece dropped upon the shoreline, a breadcrumb, offering to the ocean; she walked on, freely.

37 thoughts on “‘S a 6.

  1. Frank Hubeny January 19, 2022 / 6:41 pm

    I like the description of the offering of her clothes as a breadcrumb to the ocean. I hope she is able to wake refreshed from this dream.

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  2. Romi January 19, 2022 / 6:54 pm

    The last word, “freely” is beautiful and powerful.

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  3. Sadje January 19, 2022 / 10:23 pm

    How well you’ve described her journey from wakefulness to the slumberland.

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  4. Zelda Winter January 20, 2022 / 2:43 am

    Love “salty swash”–5-Star.

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  5. Spira January 20, 2022 / 3:41 am

    Waking from a dream, still in both worlds…what’s the real one, she says…

    A gem of conciousness Denise.

    I imagined Clark’s driver with your character as a passenger, having followed the breadcrumbs…

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    • clark January 20, 2022 / 10:17 am

      Interesting notion, yo.
      ‘course, I left the fundamental identity of ‘the driver’ to ‘the Reader’…

      there are certain people, among whom we claim membership that can drive through a town and be aware of both its relatability and it’s alien-ness.

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      • Spira January 20, 2022 / 12:02 pm

        There are indeed – maybe because they once were forced by the idiosyncrasies of life to loose the umbilical cord to what they called home…

        ( still can’t post a comment at your place…please, don’t presume any favoritism of venue 😉)

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge January 20, 2022 / 8:40 pm

      Wait a minute, Spira! How did my comment, in reply to your comment above, wind up down below to your comment back to Clark, lol. (go ahead, I know what you’re thinking)

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      • Spira January 21, 2022 / 12:57 am

        Outrageous! I will find the ones responsible milady and justice will be as swift as the occasion demands 🗡

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  6. Chris Hall January 20, 2022 / 4:47 am

    Closing my eyes, I’m walking with her now… *sigh*
    Thank you for that moment, Denise 🙂

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  7. UP January 20, 2022 / 7:58 am

    you got a head start this week. love the six, love that you do this for us

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  8. clark January 20, 2022 / 10:10 am

    What they said…

    no, serially, good ‘un.

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  9. Cassa Bassa January 21, 2022 / 1:27 am

    I love the prose style of this story. It also drew me in from the 1st sentence.

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  10. The Atomic Mage January 21, 2022 / 1:30 am

    So dreamily put, D 😊 I like the idea of clothing and blankets and walls as a physical comfort, though not always soothing the anxieties of the mind… then, the taking off of those same fabrics to go out and feel naked and free with the Nature of the sea – like a baptism almost? But a cleansing too. I like how you used the sands as a tool for being ‘grounded’.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge January 21, 2022 / 7:37 pm

      Thank you, V. How right you are. The physical can only bring so much comfort.
      Or a release and unfettering. A bit ironic eh? 😊

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  11. Ollie January 22, 2022 / 2:34 am

    Beautifully written ❤
    There is a true sense of freedom and belonging when one has nothing between them and nature, when the sunlight and the breeze has unhindered access to your soul.

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  12. Liz H January 22, 2022 / 4:28 pm

    Beautiful images…I somehow flashed on Penelope in her long wait for Odysseus.

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  13. jenne49 January 23, 2022 / 6:14 am

    Exquisite language as ever, Denise. ‘She loosed her clothing, each piece dropped upon the shoreline, a breadcrumb, offering to the ocean; she walked on, freely.’ How often do we counter harsh circumstances with such comforting imaginations? Beautiful.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge January 23, 2022 / 9:03 am

      Thanks so much, Jenne.
      Whether by choice (or not) or disposition, response to “harsh circumstances” always has potential to manifest itself, by virtue of the emotional content generated, as a positive in defiance of those circumstances.

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