24th January 2024
The sun as it crested the valley caught Thusi still filling his water flasks at the designated pool. It wasn’t that the water was low but that he kept losing his purpose in the turmoil that spilled from the depths of his being. A wonder the pool hadn’t waves, so many his sighs.
53 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Turmoil
I confess to cheating a dab. This is an excerpt from my wip.
crispina kemp 
Beautiful story Crispina
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Thank you. Work-in-progress
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You’re welcome
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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I love this non-cheat, as far as I am concerned, as it is your writing!
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Thank you, Dale. Poor Thusi, his head’s always in turmoil. And look, my own photo!
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Yes, poor Thusi. And yes, I noticed that!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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