The following short story or rather scene was inspired by a shoe box, boredom, mindless activity, and most singularly- deficiency.
The murky salt water swished the underside of the girl's dangling feet as she fixed her body over the pier. Leaning at a slight angle forward, her eyes skimmed the paceless waves in a purposeless gesture. Without pause, she eased her foot into the frigid confines dipping pass her ankle to wet the fringe of her unlabouredly cuffed trousers. The bottom soaked. Aimlessly she pulled the pants leg higher up to her thigh in hopes of keeping the moisture from settling wrinkles in the cotton; finishing her precautionary acts by the unneeded dusting of the column of her legs. The idle activity of her hands stilled upon arching back her arms to rest on the sinewy plank boards.
In unquantified motions, her hands explore the frayed and over-worn wood of the dock. On planks where the wood expanded, she took care not to incise her palms with cuts or splinters. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her fingertips over the grainy knots of the timber. She notes the oblong shape and the lack of resilience when pushing her thumb into its epicenter.
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