Along the jagged shores of Brigadoon, the vicious, unrelenting pound of the gelid sea seemed to cease under the sweater of a blackening sky, like a simple backyard pool that sat still and luke warm with post-party slumber.
She picked up baby Stella, fell to her knees as prophecy dictated, slowly closed her weeping eyes, and with the slightest hitch in her breath, began.
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
I am glad that 210, 211 and 212 came together. It showed the continuity of the story well. Now I am very curious to know, what did she “begin”? Love how you leave us craving more! Great posts.
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Thank You so much Anjali. I deeply appreciate your interest in the story and your wonderfully kind words.
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Began to what? Cliff hanger. You leave us thirsty for more.
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