PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
I knew I would be at the top of the cliff before the day was done. There was no way I could continue to stare at the craggy edges and not know what the view was from the top. Maybe a new perspective of my little beach town would come. I was suffocating in my new life and needed to get out. I had thought moving to a small coastal town would invigorate my writing, but found it was unnerving that everyone knew everything about me. I didn’t know the craggy mountain town held so many secrets.
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3 responses to “Craggy Secrets”
Great material for a writer though
Small towns always seem to know a lot about everyone in the town. Not much else to do, maybe?
The craggy mountain is the silent witness that knows all. Maybe learning its secrets will lead to a more contented existence for her?