They met at one of the endless parties the summer brings to the shore. One look at her sun-kissed shoulders was stunning; the sound of her voice pulled him under. She shed a few tears this time as the tide swept him from her arms.
On to the prompt. This weekend we're revisiting an early Trifextra, our second ever. The challenge is to write a complete story in only three sentences. Good luck!
Link up here!
Lovely and evocative. A complete story but I'd like to read more.
ReplyDeleteMore, more, more! Does he gt swept back?
ReplyDeleteYou and Suzanne on same wavelength with opposite outcomes! Evil Siren ;-O
ReplyDeleteI wish there were more sentences, too! "This time" makes me think that they've met and parted before, so maybe they will meet again?
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know more too. So captivating!
ReplyDeleteA bitter sweet tale of fantasy. Love it!
ReplyDeleteLove the sun-kissed shoulder. Such a subtle, evocative touch. Thank you for linking up!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely and sad! We really were on the same wavelength. And I think your piece is fabulously tragic!
ReplyDeleteI think that Suzanne has coined a new phrase...........fab-trag!!! I love it! And, she is right, it was a tragic story, in the classic sense of young lovers denied. Well done!
ReplyDeleteFatal distraction, or just another summer bash? Either way it works for me!
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Not what it seems. (RogRites)
ReplyDeleteThe siren took his life, but perhaps he took a piece of her heart.
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