Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

At twilight we scramble past rocks and moss-filled beaches, as our feet skim the lake’s surface, squishing into pillow sand; we crouch in anticipation for a silver scale to gleam. The setting sun blinds, but neither of us are scared for we know now, is time to catch glittering fish-dragons; we’ve lost enough to ensure we grasp them all. They’re shadows leap into the marmalade sky, plashless but fated the moment we spotted them.
©️Mandibelle16. (2019) All Rights Reserved.
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Great job! “Squishing into pillow Sand” love it!
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Thanks JR. it’s the best feeling, squishing your toes on the sand. I was aiming to make that more visual/experiential.
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It truly is! 🙂
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😊
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So beautiful!
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Thanks Cindy 🙂
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Oh…what amazing descriptions, Mandi
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Thank you Neal 🙂
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Brilliant!
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Thank you
☺️
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