Mallory
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"I'm fading, fading away... If this is truly the essence of the world, then perhaps I should embrace the darkness and disappear into its gravities.”
She is awakened by the gentle kiss of the sun’s first light. Its golden touch is a most welcome relief. The woman lies atop a weathered plank, once part of a vessel now adrift like most of her remembrances. But then her memories flood back, a reverie as potent as the lingering haze after a festive night. Cradling herself, she acknowledges that no one else would offer such comfort, nor would she permit them to. At that moment, she hopes fervently for forgetfulness.
The wind, a gentle lover, caresses her tender skin, whispering solace as if seeking to embrace her in its ephemeral arms. Lifting her head to the horizon, she notices a figure in the distance. Should she cry for help?
"No, I would rather drown,"she corrected herself, startled a bit by the birds flying above. A harmless wave hits the edge splashing onto her coarse garments. It was held together by vines and carved pieces of stone. Most would think her a savage! at first glance. Now soaked; she finally decides to do something about her situation.
Squeezing her eyes clean she then tries to stand. The plank begins to shift, and her balance is tested. She fell a couple of times before finally standing on her own two feet. Desperately, she waved her arms to the figure in the distance, all the while loudly crying for aid.
She is awakened by the gentle kiss of the sun’s first light. Its golden touch is a most welcome relief. The woman lies atop a weathered plank, once part of a vessel now adrift like most of her remembrances. But then her memories flood back, a reverie as potent as the lingering haze after a festive night. Cradling herself, she acknowledges that no one else would offer such comfort, nor would she permit them to. At that moment, she hopes fervently for forgetfulness.
The wind, a gentle lover, caresses her tender skin, whispering solace as if seeking to embrace her in its ephemeral arms. Lifting her head to the horizon, she notices a figure in the distance. Should she cry for help?
"No, I would rather drown,"she corrected herself, startled a bit by the birds flying above. A harmless wave hits the edge splashing onto her coarse garments. It was held together by vines and carved pieces of stone. Most would think her a savage! at first glance. Now soaked; she finally decides to do something about her situation.
Squeezing her eyes clean she then tries to stand. The plank begins to shift, and her balance is tested. She fell a couple of times before finally standing on her own two feet. Desperately, she waved her arms to the figure in the distance, all the while loudly crying for aid.
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