The Seashore, by Ann-Louise Truschel

She stood on the shoreline, looking out at the sunset. The oranges, reds, and purples of the sky were reflected in the calm ripples that caressed the shore. The breeze off the water was gentle and smelled like the ocean, crisp and a little salty.

The peace of her surroundings enticed a small smile on her face. She had made up her mind to leave him. That decision brought her a serenity that she had not found for a very long time. Where she was going, he could not follow.

She closed her eyes and walked slowly into the waves.


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