Rolling
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Rolling

The answer? I knew I would definitely mess it up. I would not be able to balance that chemical equation. But maybe I could find some bits of wisdom things in there, loosening the restrictions. Just hopefully no more loosening of the critical bits holding my foot to my leg.

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It Died & Took the Rock With It
Beth Downing Beth Downing

It Died & Took the Rock With It

That’s the kind of dying that takes rock with it. The kind with time hanging around its neck as a glinting, ticking, silver charm.

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Two Lunches and a Puffin
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Two Lunches and a Puffin

I unwrapped the red and white checkered paper and took a bite; the puffin surfaced. I swallowed; the jellyfish floated. Cobbled rocks rolled down the beach with outgoing waves and they made a song without melody - percussion only. The soft kind of clatter that smoothes edges over years instead of days.

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Commotion
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Commotion

The road is more like a fly buzzing your ear that you’ve learned to ignore. The sea was a background and a companion.

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