It would be the last place anyone would look, and the first thing everyone would see.
It made it perfect.
She always gravitated toward hiding in plain sight. There was equity in the blinding effect of what people learned to not see or did not know could be there in the first place.
How long would it take, she wondered, for her cover to be blown?
The longest had been almost four weeks. The closest call had her discovered before the first patch of paint dried. She’d almost lost everything that day, and the consequences were brutal, but she’d learned from it. As she had from every challenge and obstacle. Even those that were not meant to be instructive.
That was how she rolled. How she wrest back some control.
For now, this box of aqua perched on sand, seasonally emptied of its contents, was home.
The surf a lullaby.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
An excellent hideaway… I love it (as long as we don’t get a North Sea Surge!)
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Totally! 🙂 I think she’ll be ‘found out’ then …
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🙂
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I too saw shelter when I first looked at this piece. Very well done.
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GMTA! 🙂
Glad you liked it, Violet! 🙂
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The best place to hide is in plain sight. Smart girl. Of course, now we are wondering what or who she is hiding from…
Well done, my friend.
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Ah, but that’s the mystery part of all this, eh? 😉
Thank you, my friend! 🙂
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Indeed!
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🙂
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