The Sea

“Come on, Mummy!”  She calls to me as she paddles in the waves. “Let’s go further into the sea and pretend we are splashing in muddy puddles!”

I am immobilized; not through fear of the water, but from the certainty that I would not be able to stop walking into it until I could go no further and all life was but a speck on the landscape to me.

“Not today, sweetheart,” I say. “Not today.”

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Karen Wiltshire
Ramblings from a deranged, adult company starved, wibbly mind
Karen Wiltshire

Karen Wiltshire

Ramblings from a deranged, adult company starved, wibbly mind

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