In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Eight*

Ink on paper

This story belongs with the preceding posts, read in chronological order: “One”, “Two“, “Three“, “Four“, “Five” “Six” “Seven“.

She emerged from the dark and quiet place and the water spoke, “you’ve reached the shore.”

The water receded across sand made of the shells of long dead creatures, leaving her on land that spilled out before her.

As she turned to say goodbye to the water, she saw a murky shape that stretched up to meet her.

The shape moved as she moved until a gust of wind pulled clouds across the sky and the shape disappeared. 

She turned away from the water and continued the journey on her own. 

*Each day for the next 6 days, I’ll add on to this story as it unfolds. 

318 days done, 47 days to go.