Salt air swirled with a menacing flourish as her kayak paddle knifed urgently into the water, leaving a gurgling in its wake. Seeing the clouds gather and loom to the west inspired her to quicken her pace. The tide and wind were both against her, but it was hours till sundown. She could make it…probably.---------------------------------------------
It's been a while since I did a flash fiction so I figured it was time.
This weekend my papa is turning 70. This is the man.
This is dad and me mixed together. Frightening, eh?
Anyway, have a great weekend, everybody!
3 comments:
ahhhh!! That picture on top of the water is much nicer (in fact IT IS GORGEOUS!) than the morphed one... I mean, love your parents and all, but there is a limit to "being one"... just sayin...
very ominous 55...very scary morph!
hope dad had a very happy birthday :)
You look like that Suzanne Powter chick with that white hair!
Put the red hair back PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday Dad~
Please do a morph of your hair on your dad!! LOL
Greetings from India, madam!
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