With the Wind

Marina, wrapped in a pink blanket, quietly standing on the porch.

In his mind, he saw her there still: all he wanted. His woman, a child, a house, a life.

“Gone!” he shouted.

Barnet’s ‘Woman and the Sea’

This is an entry for this weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge. The Trifectans provided snapshots of page 33 of the book Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, and challenged us to write a piece using any 33 words from the page.

Olive Kitteridge
Olive Kitteridge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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21 thoughts on “With the Wind

  1. I like it, but I haven’t read the book, so my judgment is probably flawed, huh? I don’t read enough (fiction) to take part in things like this…I do write, though, which is blasphemous to some…
    Kylie, I’m currently writing a short story, would you be my experimental reader when I’m done?

    1. Thank you!

      My first version began “Marina leaves the kitchen, old, slow, squawking, “Hackamatack!” But then I couldn’t find any more words to fit 😉

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