Ashes (for RC)
Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,
toward the horizon, where time has no say,
an end that will never be reached.
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Author's Note
I forgot to post last week's Twitterstory up here. This story (more of a poem really) is dedicated to my father, Roland Cormier, who passed away one year ago as of Monday, November 21. This past summer my brother and I scattered some of his ashes in the Atlantic Ocean on a fishing trip.
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Good phrasing. I begin to see that moment. I don't say this because it's shorter than most pieces here, but there's more here, more in your writer's mind, I think. If I'm wrong, it won't be the first time and simply overlook my comment. It's all just gravy once you've penned something powerful you needed to write down. Just wanted to add my thoughts. Thanks for sharing this personal moment in a fictive world that is working well.