Words swarm me, exploding like fireworks bright and brilliant, full of meaning. Their essence heavy on my chest. Waiting for a chance to reveal themselves. Waiting to dive deep beneath the dark blue surface.
For now, they wait. Held by responsibilities. Standing in a neat row. Protected and silent. Waiting for the door to burst open, so that they can come gushing out like Niagara Falls. Tumbling over in a torrent. Caught in a whirlpool, swirling, eager, crashing against granite.
Until they pass the tide pools, into calmer water and find their way to the ocean. For now, they wait.
Go to Rochelle Wisoff’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.
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