365 Days Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 268

268. Shipwrecked:

They looked like they’d been shipwrecked. Leaning against one another for support, the few remaining boats that were still moored at the dock groaned and creaked as they rocked back and forth.

Sam had been right. It was a ship graveyard. The stench of death emanated from them and she shivered despite the warm summer’s day.

She needed to get out of here. The place really did creep you out and she knew that no good would come of her being down here anyway.

That time had passed. She was never going to get it back and it was time to let go. Casting a final glance over her shoulder at “The Lady in Red,” she set her mouth in a grim line and walked away.

It wasn’t her mess to deal with anymore. It was his.


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