For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Island.
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Our parents didn’t know, we daren’t tell them but doing foolish things is part of growing up, isn’t it?
A fast-flowing river ran past our village with a little island downstream, and often Verity and I would hold hands, leap into the water and battle with the current to swim to it.
She made us a little flag which we planted in the middle thereby claiming it for ourselves, and on balmy summer afternoons we’d lay on our backs, hand in hand in a herbose clearing and hear nothing but the rushing water and birdsong.
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I didn’t want to do it that day, the river was a tumbling torrent but I allowed her to persuade me; come on she said, the last thing she ever said.
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Several years later I returned and the flag was still there, but my eyes were drawn to something in a tree fluttering in the breeze, and I realised it was a shirt, one of Verity’s shirts.
I plucked it from the branch, pressed it to my face and it smelled sweetly of herbs, the herbs on which we used to lay; I’ve not been back again.
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Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
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Such a sad story Keith
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Indeed, thanks Sadje.
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🙏🏽
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touching…i’m reminded of the risks we took as children … bravery ? foolishness? Not all ends well.
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I think we were fearless back then. The things we did! Cheers UP.
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Life;s lessons can be tragic, as you’ve shown in this brief tale. Well done.
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They certainly can. Thanks, Christine.
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Immediately reminded me of The Bridge to Terabithia. A beautiful yet haunting tale!
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I wasn’t aware of it, but thanks to Google, I now see what you mean! Cheers Susan.
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It’s an enchanting tale and excellent movie too!
😀
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Sad story Keith
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It is Di. Thanks.
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A tragic tale, but well told, Keith. I could just picture that little island.
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I’m pleased, thanks so much Chris.
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Dark for you, old soppy.
But expertly told.
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Just a bit. Cheers CE.
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I can only imagine what happened to her. I like the remembrance at the end of finding her shirt.
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Thanks for dropping by Frank.
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Too sad.
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Thanks Larry.
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A sad tale that most children will not believe would ever happen to them.
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Absolutely so Mimi. Thank you.
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Well written piece, Keith. Heart wrenching.
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Thanks so much Denise.
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Really sad tale, so well written. I remember we did some foolish and downright dangerous things as kids, but luckily we survived.
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We did, we gave little thought to danger and it was fun! Thanks so much.
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Yes, you’re right, looking back it was just jam-packed with fun!
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I too was reminded of Bridge To Teribithia. Kudos for telling the poignant tale in such short order, a fine flash.
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Thanks so much for your kind words.
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Beautifully written, Keith. Transported us to another time and place effortlessly. I still get the shivers over the number of times that I did similar things of immense stupidity in my youth.
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You and me too, Doug. Thanks for your kind words.
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