73 words: Summer Solstice

She joined the river float to honour Summer Solstice. Water snaked through forest – small sprigs of tufted green lined rocks, separating liquid and the strawberry sky.
“Does anyone else feel small?” she asked her fellow floaters.
They looked at her from behind dark shades, on shark floaties, from yellow donuts spinning between rocks, and shrugged.
She disregarded her own question and whistled into the white air: a signal meant just for the mountains.


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