Mad Dogs and Englishmen ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/10/14

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c2a9dawn_q-_landauCopyright-Dawn Q. Landau
  

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Survivor’s guilt they called it, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Each morning I walk the deserted beach, feel the sand spread between my toes, a cool breeze on my visage. I strip and dive into the sweet salty brine, folding into myself, slipping deeper, water washing over my bare skin, bald as the day I was born, baptized anew.

Starring at the little shack before me I freeze. Memories flood. Time stops. Surely it’s a hallucination, residual effect from treatment- How else could the cabin where we whispered our vows appear before me on the opposite side of the globe?

Word Count: 100

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19 thoughts on “Mad Dogs and Englishmen ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/10/14

  1. Dear Dana,

    Wow. Fascinating story. A little Bradbury-ish I’d say. A couple of places there seemed to be some tense confusion. For the most part it’s present tense…in keeping with that, you might consider changing “froze” to “freeze” and “whatever that was supposed…” to “whatever that’s supposed to…”

    Just suggestions. Aside from that. Really good one.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

    • Thanks Rochelle- I kept switching back and forth between tenses and obviously did not land on one or the other. I suspect my voice was as confused on this one as my narrator. 🙂 Thanks for the suggestions. I’ll rework.

    • That’s the conundrum. Are you losing your mind or transferring to another reality of awareness? Forget it I don’t even know what I’m babbling about today. Healing is a strange process.

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