Abigail Cooke
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I am embracing my inner tangle and pulling stories out from the million directions my brain travels in. Come with me down the twisted path...
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A letter to Charlie
Dear Charlie R,
By Abigail Cooke5 years ago in Confessions
The Eternity of the Sea
I wake up to the siren song of the sea, that damp salty mistress shoving her low tide funk up my nose. There is no ignoring the summons of the sea and the man next to me won’t notice if I go, he doesn’t notice when I stay so really it shouldn’t make a difference. I acknowledge that this is probably a bad sign as I shove myself into jeans that are getting a little too tight and throw on a hoodie to fend off the damp chill waiting for me outside. I ease the screen door shut so it doesn’t slam and walk down the short drive of our apartment building to the cobbled street below. I turn right sharply and start up the incline to the main square, my hips rolling with each step and the empty feeling I started my morning with is reflected in the streets, too early on a Saturday for the shop owners and tourists to be out. I make my way through the open plaza of what is considered downtown in this tiny seaside port, past closed shops with their window displays slightly fogged up with moisture, showing off everything from clothing to local art. This is one of the things I love about this little slice of paradise, you never know what you’ll find in the shops, the wares shifting and changing weekly. Turning down one of the branching side streets I make my way to the quay on the edge of a park lined with large oak trees, their thick arms spreading and reaching toward the sky as if to tickle the stars, long since snuffed out in the early morning gloom.
By Abigail Cooke5 years ago in Humans
