Swept Away by Roger Woodcock

The water numbed her limbs, breaths coming in short, painful bursts. Through salt-stinging eyes she watched the shoreline heave and roll, figures scampering along its pebble-strewn beach. Soon they would be no more than pinpricks against the darkening sky and she would be mere flotsam, tossed mercilessly in the swirling cauldron that was the unforgiving, never ending sea. She had come alone to this spot, a place where they had once been happy. But now it was just her, the water dragging her to the murky depths where solace and eternal peace would at last wrap her in its arms.

Published in Issue #24

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