
no one could hear her screams for help
she was underwater
he had warned her
she would not capitulate
death was claiming her breath
the doorbell rang
“not a good time” he yelled
pounding on the door
this will have to wait
limp as seaweed she rose from the pool
other woman huffed at the entry
donning scratched sunglasses
time to grab her purse, towel and keys
she went out …
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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.
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Quite the story in this one.
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