Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70
Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint,
Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint.
They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of light.
Lips found lips, hands clasped and clung,
As the tide came in, several bells they rung.
At the height of the tide… the climax when all is given, nothing more to come,
They collapsed in a heap on the lifeboat’s run and slithered into the scum.
The broken concrete forms the edge of the old lifeboat slipway at Gorleston-on-Sea. I looked at it and thought: Did the earth move for you too, Darling?
crispina kemp 
Greatly condensed dramatic lovestory
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I thank you. Once I’d decided the earth had moved, there was no other story for it
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I liked the thinking behind this one Crispina. Even when it involved scum!!!
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It was quite insistent that I wrote it! 🙂
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This is lovely, Crispina! I cracked at “…colliding, for lack of light.” 🙂
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Thank you. It wrote itself. I thought… did the earth move? And the rest followed. I like my muse 🙂
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🙂
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I love your imagination – and sexy creativity!
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I tried not to be too blatant 🙂
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No need to be – you got it just right. 🙂 xo
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Thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I was looking forward to seeing what you’d write for this picture. You never disappoint.
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Thank you, Susan. It rolls through my head, demanding expression.
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Ew, into the scum? UTIs, here we come!
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Yea, I see where you are. But if you lived beside a tidal river, you would frequently see the scum left behind by the ebbing tide. It’s just tiny grains of mud ot sand suspended in a mass of bubbly water (not very well described.) It looks a bit like yeast, breeding.
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