Photo: Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau
Empty Places (100 words)
Waves have washed away all I held dear. I scour the landscape for some scrap of him, something to prove he truly lived. There is nothing. He is gone, not even a hair of his head left for me to cherish.
The wind, wet with salt, blows my hair from my face as I look over the sea we once swam together. She, with her rolling gray waves, is as desolate as I. Without him,we no longer laugh as friends.
Only one structure remains, a shack as battered as my soul. Perhaps within her walls I can entomb this grief.
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Lisa Dunn 
Poignant piece, nicely done.
Thanks.
Dear Lisa,
I feel her loneliness and hear the waves. How sad and how well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle.
Well written monument to grief, darling. Stark and lonely.
Thank you. Stark and lonely was the goal.
More longing and lament. Why is everyone so mournful looking at this? It is the beach.
You portrayed her pain very well.
janet
I can see it and hear it. Well done. I can see that structure as a batter soul.
Thanks.
I feel her despair and feel the cold spray of the ocean breeze on my face. Well done.
So much feeling with this one!
Enjoyed as always!
Thanks, Ted. Look for an old friend in this week’s story… 😉