The colors of the ocean were captured in her dress, ebbing and flowing like waves against the shore as she walked into view. Her face had a siren gleam that made the men stare. One of them gave a short, sharp whistle. She gave no sign of hearing it except in the rigid line of her shoulders. The wind caught her long, dark hair and it swirled for a moment, this way, then back like seaweed caught in the tide. As she disappeared from view, the men shook themselves, as if awakening from a dream, and resumed casting off.
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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I loved how you melded the description of her with vocabulary borne of the sea. Great job!
Love the mystery and beautiful descriptions! nice work, Natalie!