The Sea

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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