The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, had realise that she had been wandering for months, maybe for years.
But what had happened? she remembered seeing a large ship and she had been shivering on the beach; she was dripping and all she could think was that she couldn’t write because the pen and paper were too wet.
Things became very strange – she was striding over mountains and across lakes, moving around so many places, she looked over oceans – was it the big, beautiful bridge, San Francisco? – and then she moved farther and farther away.
She hovered over the clouds and she felt her heart beat singing with joy; her mind, her spirit and even her soul, brimming over with glee. She thought that she had been to the stars as far as the milky way and back again.
But now she was back properly; the Raconteuse walk across the street, then hailed a cab, whistling loudly, ‘taxi!’
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Denise Farley of Girlie On The Edge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: HEART
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