Moving into my new house and as normal, decorations being looked for. Should be simple, yet arty, not jazzy, not loud… blah blah.

Rummaging through, noticed a box in my closet hidden away. As I opened it, sensed a gush of salty wind on my face, screaming seagulls hovering around, cold tingling water running through my toes and in all that, the ocean roaring its own tune.

Memories of carefree holidays long passed flashed, the glee on seeing coloured stones and shells lying in the sand and the joy when something different was found.

My artwork; My Freedom, was complete.


 

Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the opportunity on Friday Fictioneers and letting the mind flow.

Image (c) Douglas M. MacIlroy

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