He had coached her, not wisely, except in his own self-interest, but too well, and when her third “I’m late” was said too late, and the grey of his eyes changed as speedily as the Irish weather, from promise to perdition, she knew to jump. Into the outgoing, grey-green, full moon, Spring solstice tide.
Posted on Lily Child's Feardom site - Friday's prompts: Irish, coach and tide, which inspired the above.
And which has enough in the way of colour in it to qualify for a February stone.
And which has enough in the way of colour in it to qualify for a February stone.
A fine debut, Sandra. Hope to see you on Lily's blog again. You have a new follower!
ReplyDeleteThank you David - a warm welcome to you here and I look forward to seeing you at Lily's again soon.
ReplyDeleteHa - I love it! Your post title had me intrigued - but I had very important non-bloggy work to do - alas, I could hold back no longer!
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