Her hair was wild in the wind. Like in a trance, she watched the waves crashing into the rocks below. Filled with envy, she wished she could be like the sea gulls. Beautiful creatures free from human demands. Then she saw herself swimming with the fish. All her pain washed away in the cold sea.
The only thing she felt now was the wind chilling her bones and her soul. She closed her eyes and began to feel the weight lifting from her heart. Stepping closer to the edge, she felt a small hand clutch her wrist.
“Don’t go, mama!”
Word Count: 100
© Josslyn Rae Turner
Photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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