Small ship
October 8, 2010I sail a small ship, she said. I have only room for two.
He had been swimming for so much longer than he had ever expected, and the weight of it all threatened to pull him under the stony surface of the sea.
It’s just me, he said, releasing the seaweed-wrapped cables that trailed behind him.
Come aboard, then, she said, extending her hand. What are you waiting for?
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