Waves - Flash Fiction

The ocean was larger than she’d thought, extending farther than the eye could see and beyond even her most fanciful imaginings. Limitless. Its waves were unrestrained, sucking, crashing, desperate things. They were shameless in their intent, determined to pull her down. She might just drown, if she allowed them to take her. It was so tempting to let go, to release her grasp on the rope that kept her safe, the rope that held her up beyond the reach of all that righteous need.

And then she had no choice. The rope was gone, pulled from her grasp by an unseen force, leaving her gasping and uninhibited in the waves until all she could do was surrender.

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This piece was loosely inspired by Laila Blake's novella Driftwood Deeds. I'm obsessed with the cover - the rope matching the nail art basically rocks my world. One of the really evocative aspects of this novella, however, is the setting. There's a scene in which the two main characters, Iris and Paul, go for a walk along the beach. There is little mention of the ocean, but the talk of sand and shells reminds the reader that they are walking along the threshold of the ocean's territory, just as Iris walks towards the precipice of her sexual awakening.

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During the day, I'm a freelance copywriter and editor. At night, I read and review romance novels. Somewhere in that equation, I squeeze in some writing of my own.

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