AT THE WATER'S EDGE

Karen stood right at the edge, the ebb and flowof the moonlit estuary echoing her emotions. Each retreating wave dragged shinglefrom beneath her feet, and she fought to keep her balance, just as her mindstruggled to maintain equilibrium in its turmoil of thoughts.

How could things have gone so wrong? She was tempted to letthe tide take her, but when the wash of a passing ship knocked her over she scrambled upand back.

Back to life without him, back to prove she could do it alone.

Noman 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.