1000 Days

Geminia heelsided her skid to a drift stop all the while keeping her eye on the receding ship. “I missed her.”
“Ettesa’ll be back in a fortnight or so,” said Hera.
“I said, ‘I missed her.’ I didn’t start crying.” Her skid slowly slid down the wet sand toward the waves. Too much [...]

Thickening the plot remains elusive to me.  After I practice writing I must learn to practice thickening.  Even a runny plot would be better than what I regularly mix up.
If you take the time to read any of what I have written–here or elsewhere–you would likely discover that I dabble in images.  The very brief [...]