Floating.
Blissfully quite, buoyed occasionally by familiar voices.
My home - warm, peaceful, loving.
I dance to the rythm of her movement.
Can I stay here forever?
The waters break.
Air fills my lungs. I cry.
My parents hear me; they cry too.
They have known the loss of no cry..
This was my entry into @jayna's #fiftywords contest. This is a great way to get back into writing, hone your writing skills or just try out writing. We are building a super supportive little community here now under the watchful eye of @jayna. I encourage you to give it a go and be sure to check out as many other stories as you can, leave a comment, upvote them if you like what you have read and support each other :o)
This week's prompt was "water", see @jayna's page for full details.
The picture I used above is not my own and the source is here
Thanks for taking the time to read my little story.
Peace out.
