Moonlit Walk by Rosemary Noble

It was balmy summer’s night, ripe for romance. The full moon, its silvered pathway to a far horizon, invited them to take one last walk by the sea. Soft waves stirred the shingle, a gentle lullaby ordinarily willing them to dreamy sleep. A faint aroma of summer flowers from seaside gardens mixed with the tang of salt and seaweed. They walked on slowly, oblivious to the magic, their senses in denial, their differences unresolved.

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About Rosemary Noble

Writer, author, amateur historian and traveller
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2 Responses to Moonlit Walk by Rosemary Noble

  1. asferthecat says:

    I was stopped by this line “a gentle lullaby ordinarily willing them to dreamy sleep”. Why the word ordinarily?

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  2. Rosemary N says:

    The dreaded adverb, I know. It is because when I have trouble sleeping I open the window and listen to the water on shingle. It is ordinary to me. But yes it should come out.

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