East Hampton Beach by Winslow Homer

East Hampton Beach

ekphrasis of East Hampton Beach by Winslow Homer

Marguerite Floyd
Nov 7 · 2 min read

Paulette pulled her skirt away from her body as much as she dared, hoping to dry the rivulets of sweat between her legs and behind her knees, even the small of her back, and between her breasts. There was nowhere else to go but to sit with her cousins under the umbrellas that only gathered the heat and blocked the light. There would be no ocean…

Keep the story going. Sign up for an extra free read.

You've completed your member preview for this month, but when you sign up for a free Medium account, you get one more story.
Already have an account? Sign in

Marguerite Floyd

Written by

writer, editor, poet, parrot person, author of four books (available on Amazon, of course)

Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade