This happens when the waves come.
It is always cold by the sea. She brought her wool and needles to knit, on a rock. She loved the roaring waves and splashes licking her feet. One huge wave came and she went with it, bring her wool and needles, to knit at the bottom of the sea.
Prompt: #tuesdaystory on Jan 26 2021. Paula Light’s 3 photos to write a story Tuesday Story #8.
