MargaretSefton, We swam with water moccasins, rippled surfaces with stones, dreamt under blue skied blankets, rocked to wave rhythms slapping undersides of boats like persistent mothers, their concerns a muffled backdrop to bugs, the feel of silt, a blade of grass, a cloud, a song, a taunt, the flesh of fruit. #50WordFiction #DarkSummer
Photo: Lake Ozarks, Missouri State Parks, flickr