Trifextra: First Love

First Love

She said the wind at the water’s edge would devour her, and shouted into the spray.

He collected violets and lilies, as wild as she. Quietly, carefully, on the open leaves, they touched.

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This is my submission for this weekend’s Trifecta writing challenge, in which we had to follow these guidelines:

This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you.  Below are photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge.  What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge), choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own.  Your piece does not have to tell an entire story.  We just want to see what you can do with this particular word bank.  Punctuation is up to you.  Use whatever you need, whether or not it appears in the photos. (Scoot on over to the Trifecta blog to see the pictures from Elizabeth Strout’s book.)

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Image credit: © Kushnirov Avraham / Photoxpress.com