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
Indeed, thanks Sadje.
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touching…i’m reminded of the risks we took as children … bravery ? foolishness? Not all ends well.
I think we were fearless back then. The things we did! Cheers UP.
Life;s lessons can be tragic, as you’ve shown in this brief tale. Well done.
They certainly can. Thanks, Christine.
Immediately reminded me of The Bridge to Terabithia. A beautiful yet haunting tale!
I wasn’t aware of it, but thanks to Google, I now see what you mean! Cheers Susan.
It’s an enchanting tale and excellent movie too!
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Sad story Keith
It is Di. Thanks.
A tragic tale, but well told, Keith. I could just picture that little island.
I’m pleased, thanks so much Chris.
Dark for you, old soppy.
But expertly told.
Just a bit. Cheers CE.
I can only imagine what happened to her. I like the remembrance at the end of finding her shirt.
Thanks for dropping by Frank.
Too sad.
Thanks Larry.
A sad tale that most children will not believe would ever happen to them.
Absolutely so Mimi. Thank you.
Well written piece, Keith. Heart wrenching.
Thanks so much Denise.
Really sad tale, so well written. I remember we did some foolish and downright dangerous things as kids, but luckily we survived.
We did, we gave little thought to danger and it was fun! Thanks so much.
Yes, you’re right, looking back it was just jam-packed with fun!
I too was reminded of Bridge To Teribithia. Kudos for telling the poignant tale in such short order, a fine flash.
Thanks so much for your kind words.
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.
You and me too, Doug. Thanks for your kind words.