Sara Dunderdale
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Trying to be brave, honest and open. Oh, and eloquent.
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Adrift
Liquid fire ran through her body with each contraction. She felt the heat may burst her open if not for the cool sea air pinning itself to every cell of her body. Her eyes scanned the darkness in terror as she hid away to labour. The smell of the old rope the fishermen use in their dories, their oilskins hanging limp from the hook. The Twine Shed wasn’t the ideal location to have a baby, but nobody would find her here at night, and she would be protected form the cold North Atlantic wind.
By Sara Dunderdale5 years ago in Humans
Just Give Me a Sign!
When I was a little girl, my family and I would lay a blanket on our back deck and lie out to look at the stars. We lived in a very rural town, which meant that the stars shone their brightest in the completely black sky. We would try to let our eyes take in the billions of sparkling lights dancing along the milky way. We searched for shooting stars and sometimes made wishes by mistake on a sneaky satellite sweeping along the night sky.
By Sara Dunderdale5 years ago in Humans
