It's Still Life

At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part 30

August 1975: Three Months After that Day

Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet and calm within yourself – as always, you’ll find it.”

I gaze out where shadows cover the cold ocean’s indifference. No ship is coming for me; my ship is scattered to the wind – bone and ash.

And when darkness fell, I was still there … alone.
Still gazing where my shadow once fell.

I decided it was time to move on, return to my roots, where our story began.

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