Hollywood captured us in fear.
A net tightly held around our thoughts.
Ocean.
Going into that salty queen.
Deep inside her, our fears are hidden.
A toe first…to check the temperature..
Perhaps to really think about entering her mystery.
Hollywood scenes play in our minds as we slowly walk into her.
Waves crashing.
Duuunn dun…
Just up to our waist, we’re safe here.
Duuunnnn duunn…
Begging our mind to stop the scenes.
Duuunnnn dun…
Something brushes against our thigh.
Duuuunnnn dunn…
Duunnnn dun..
Fear.
Swimming back to shore in a frenzy.
Duuun dun…
Pulling salty water feverishly in our fearful palms.
Duuunnn dun…
Reaching the shore, praise the gods!
It.
Was.
Seaweed.
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Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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Comments (1)
Funny one. Refreshing ocean view.