Adrift by Debra White
Story of the Month contest entry
I didn’t mean to come this far, but I needed space. I had to put some distance between myself and the demands on my time, on my energy, on my sanity.|
Out here, there’s nothing. Nothing except the slap of water on wood.
I breathe in, then exhale.
Breathe in. Then exhale.
An empty vessel, adrift on troubled waters.
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