Together we stumbled feet-first into the water. It had been clear; our feet muddied it. He gasped as the cold seeped into his boots. He grabbed my shoulder. I hunched over, breathing hard. Where have we come from, I asked, my eyes bleary.

photo by Missy Prince.

1 comment:

Becca said...

i love this. i love how complex your mind is yet how simply and eloquently you pull stories out of it. i love you.

-- becca