The Belt at the Waters edge


You have lived by the lake for most of your life …each day is measured with a visit to the Waters edge .Today must not be different from the last.You wake up exhausted,afraid of this absence , passing by a window your likeness is unfamiliar .pulling  at your clothes the breeze  presses your shirt against your chest …Today of all the days breathing is so much more of a chore .Your eyes weep … reaching a small clearing  your clothes peel like over cooked flesh from your body . Your peer at this once fresh skin ..lifting your head your purse your eye lids breathe long deep breathes and Bevin to hear the great endless sound of lapping water … you now are submerged and alive again ….shivering  tickets of brackish water race to pit the soft granite sand  … coughing happily you dress into now clinging clothes… You try to return but interrupted by an old man at the Waters edge … he reaches out “I believe you have forgotten your belt young man ?”

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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