beckoning in fiction: flash, one word, etc.

  • Aug. 13, 2013, 8:34 a.m.
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There was the water, shimmering in the late afternoon light, it’s depths hidden behind the reflections on the surface. It called to me, beckoning, and I answered, leaving gravity and the heat of the day behind, slicing through the surface to the bottomless below.


Linda August 13, 2013

Mmmmm. Lovely.

Deleted user August 13, 2013

very nice.

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