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Your old row boat is barely visible, now, its shape only discernable if you know where to look. Like my memories of you, it lurks just below the surface. Knowing it’s there is enough, I don’t need to see it. Gradually sinking, the dark green water devours the rotting carcass.
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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “row boat”
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