AT THE WATER'S EDGE
Karen stood right at the edge, the ebb and flow of the moonlit estuary echoing her emotions. Each retreating wave dragged shingle from beneath her feet, and she fought to keep her balance, just as her mind struggled to maintain equilibrium in its turmoil of thoughts.
How could things have gone so wrong? She was tempted to let the tide take her, but when the wash of a passing ship knocked her over she scrambled up and back.
Back to life without him, back to prove she could do it alone.
No
man was worth her death.
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I've been having deep and meaningful conversations with a friend about our former love lives - you can blame this sombre story on our retrospection. Though to be fair, the last time I entertained such dramatic thoughts I was a teenager!
Thanks to Sandra Crook, a regular contributer of photos, for this image, and to Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/ for hosting our select group of writers on Friday Fictioneers.