Friday Fictioneers

The memories of days swimming unafraid in ocean waves, and walking the beach with feet crusted with cold sand. Daring to dive from the rock cliff was dangerous with my friends, hoping they too were good swimmers. The lack of fear in young minds, she smiles to herself. How unafraid we were, so hopeful for our futures. She looked longingly at the purple backed turtle. It was a gift from Garrison, lost last year to lung cancer. Many old friends had passed, but these treasures remind me of them all, and all the fun we had when we were young.

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6 December 2024

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