Saturday, January 17, 2009


The fog stayed with him for most of the journey and gave him a place to hide from his fears. While he couldn't see what was out there, he couldn't react, and so couldn't become any more fearful than he already was. The only sound was the slosh of the water against the hull as the boat glided its way through the murky sea. He peered over the edge and was met by his pale worried features staring back up at him. The image startled him. He looked sick from fear. He wondered why she had turned back. What was it she had forgotten? Perhaps she had just changed her mind after him pleading with her not to go. None of that mattered now and besides, it was too late for him to turn back. He shifted gently about on the seat, realising movement of any kind inside a boat could be fraught with danger. He tried to get comfortable but couldn't escape the winding knot in his gut that told him the worst was yet to come.

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