Through the mist, she saw the lights of the harbor.
Empty, deserted, eerie, a ghost town.
Not one boat remained, not a single human.
The only sound she heard was the splash of her paddle and the bell on a buoy.
Why was she the only one?
Posted on April 4, 2016, in Writing and tagged Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
I'm a writer. Writers have an insatiable curiosity. I start my day with the question... what if?
I usually end my day with WTF?
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Best of the season to you as well. Stay safe.
Time has gotten quite elastic and unpredictable lately for me too.
Bless you for helping mend her broken spirit.
She's lucky she found you and Lucy.
Loving the pictures! We're getting the same up here. Stay safe.
I know.
You know I'm always here for you. Any time you're lonely, reach out to me.
Any time you're lonely, reach out to me.
Thank you.
You were both missed.
Yay!
Oops. Anyway, thanks for posting her piece.
Alas I wish I had written it, but it was written by Elayne Griffin Baker.
This is the most elegant and poignant summary of the current presidency! Thank you for writing this
Thank you for sharing these sadly eloquent truths. Let’s hope this current situation is temporary.
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