A place to rest.


The mill pond still water reflected the dying sun of another beautiful day as the dock came into view. Many decades had passed since Margaret had spent her last wonderful childhood holiday on the island and now the ferry was at last taking her back to the place that held so many happy memories.She remembered the phrase ‘The point of a journey is not to arrive.’ and smiled.‘Well, I think I’ve arrived.’ She said aloud to the empty vessel.

Margaret patted the bag she carried, the bottle of sedatives and the wine were still there.

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10 Responses to A place to rest.

  1. Wow, you switched it quickly.

  2. glossarch says:

    I agree with lingeringvisions but there was some nice foreshadowing. Your word choice was definitely well thought out.

  3. tedstrutz says:

    No kidding, Dawn… no screwing around here.

  4. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Sir or Madam,

    Loved your title and story. Excellent flow and pace leading to a sad time at a once happy place.



  5. Dear Kelly,

    Not a word out of place. Well done.



  6. mike olley says:

    The title frames your story perfectly. Good stuff.

  7. Well done, taking us to her last resting place and even giving us her method of finding it.

  8. JackieP says:

    Well I can understand the willingness to pick your own place and way. I like her. Very well done!

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