Original Ink by Lisa Tomey
Angling
He found a place on the sandy shore, checking his basket with optimism. Easing his way into the easy tide, steady on his feet, all the while angling for the best spot. The clouds were overwhelming, speaking through was a sharp angle of the sun. Tapping his shoulder with the rays, the sun beam warmed his shoulder as he continued to work his way into the sea. Feeling the sand flea pulling his line, dancing – if you will – he found confidence settle in his gut. Once the dance turned to a waltz it was time to play the line.
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There you go! That was my six-sentence story. Go check out Girlie on the Edge to join in!
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Ah…getting relaxed just reading this. Sounds like an idyllic place to be today 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by. In my mind I’m there.
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🙂
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Wish I could be with him on that sandy shore. Does he like company?
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He’s kind of a loner. I think he’s tied to the sea.
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very nice… engaging in how the meticulous details brings the scene to life for the Reader
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Thank you!
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That is a beautiful little scene. Very nice.
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Thank you!
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You painted the scene perfectly!
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Loved this! You showed us the scene so beautifully through your storytelling. I don’t know whether the image complements it, as I am bl ind, but I didn’t need it to envision this.
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Zen and the art of fishing. Great angle on the prompt.
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Thank you!
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Wonderful write!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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The warmth of the sun on his shoulder. I felt that and it was so nice!
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Aww thank you!
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