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S. E. Foley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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Excerpts from the "Journal of Expeditionary Days," by June Westriver

S. E. Foley

July 1, 1862, day 28 upon the Lord’s Right Arm - Land spotted at dawn -We beached the skiff mid-afternoon. I spent the first few hours of the expeditionlandside, sketching the beach. [pages inserted illustrate in charcoal pencil a narrow strip of pale sand in a curve along a placid-looking bay. Beyond long shallows were rocky outcroppings, a reef, and a three-masted ship against a pale sky. To the shoreside, a collection of tropical flora burst at the beach line, and a cliff grew up from the edge of the beach to loom over the water. A s...

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Top of the World

S. E. Foley

Submitted to Contest #244

Note: Hundreds of people have died due to attempts to take spectacular photos and selfies. Mateo realized his mistake when his leg lodged hip deep into the old, moss-crusted roof. He had his digital camera in one hand and a bottle of Coke in the other when he’d fallen in. Glistening soda splashed the aged roofing. The surprise overrode the pain for a blink, but as he watched the bottle roll down the roof and off the ledge the stab of something in his thigh screamed for his attention. The sky was the fading blue of late midday, the air sweet...

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MET

S. E. Foley

Submitted to Contest #242

She imagined winding her fingers in the pouf of his hair, twisting it into braids. Charlotte turned away, pretending to look at the towering gilded sculpture of Diana. Way to creep, Char. The school trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art was amazing and exhausting. Her Figure Drawing professor had gotten them a charter bus and a miserably long drive from Potsdam into New York City to tour as many museums as she could cram in a day. Charlotte, ever the lone wolf, went to the MET’s American Wing right away.  She had been saving the cloist...

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