Thanks to Boomie Bol, I’m trying to write a 100 word piece on the following photo. Hopefully it will link to madison wood’s friday fictioneer contest.

https://i2.wp.com/www.madison-woods.com/Wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/copyright-s-k-wenzel.jpgHe stood at the ocean’s edge and gazed down at the concentric patterns of ripples at his feet. The beauty of the circles, their rapid passing into something else…..He thought of his life. He thought of “his life” as an entity separate from what he had done that day: the drive to the beach, the argument with Hannah, the anger again, the worries: his chores, his routines, his “life”. The reality at his center was something else. He could feel it so clearly as he gazed into the circles in water. Like the mollusk that had just been opened, his life lay bare.

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