#eBook Drowned girl by Abigail George

I was drowning figuratively at the beach; a towel wrapped around me watching my siblings in the waves, in the seawater, the tang of salt in the black cave of my mouth.

I was drowning in my lucid dreams, at school with my scuffed shoes, walking in the hallways, eating my lunch, in class, on holidays with my family, in the swimming pool, washing my hair, checking for mail; simple things would drive me crazy, literally up the wall.

The drowning would swell with pride like a blushing bride. I could feel the tension in my face. There wasn’t anything I could do about it except bear it and I beared it self-consciously.

Abigail George studied film and television production for a short while, which was followed by a brief stint as a trainee at a production house. She is a writer and poet. She has lived in Johannesburg and Port Elizabeth but she is currently living in Port Elizabeth. She has had poetry published in print and online. She has had short fiction published online. In 2005 and 2008 she was awarded grants from the National Arts Council in Johannesburg. She is not purely devoted to poetry but to pursuing writing fulltime. Storytelling for her has always been a phenomenal way of communicating and making a connection with other people.

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