CCC191: Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven Days

One thousand days of walking, that’s what the story told. One thousand days from the west coast, where I was currently residing, to the east coast where I’d been sent to gather the shells. Yellow tourmaline shells, themselves the subject of many myths.

But something was amiss. I had counted the days. Two hundred and thirty-seven. Yet here I was at the east coast, the sun rising and blinding my eyes. And there, unless I was mistaken, was a yellow tourmaline shell – though I hadn’t realised they grew high upon stalks.

Not a shell, but an evening primrose

About crispina kemp

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19 Responses to CCC191: Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven Days

  1. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Love the whimsy 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale says:

    I so love this, Crispina.
    (Still searching for my matchy-matchy!)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. A feel of reminiscing in this write, Crispina.
    Lovely, Isadora 😎

    Liked by 1 person

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