She stood on the deck of The Horizon, contemplating.
She could just leave; pack up, set sail and never look back. She could forget all her failures, heartbreak, foolish decisions and set forth into timeless obscurity, no one would notice anyway.
She clenched her fists and inhaled deeply.
Of course she wouldn’t, just like she hadn’t the last time she was on her dead husband’s boat.
Self-pity over, she walked back to her car, feeling the weight of the world grinding her down with every struggling step back towards reality.
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