Posted: December 5, 2016
A Bit of Unfair
Luck
Week One:
The sun soaked into her skin as Jo rested on the
sand. Peace came to her soul in that
moment and she felt a silence deep inside, all the while, ocean water crashed
up onto the shore. She found paradise. About two hundred yards away chaos and destruction
lay from the day before.
The plane crash occurred around 2:05 pm on Saturday. Today Jo would have known it to be 3:30 pm,
Sunday. Time, an inconsequential factor,
did not matter now.
She took a breath.
The ocean breeze blew into her nostrils and told her promises of safety. For now, she felt calm. For now, she felt relaxed.
Jo loved the shore.
Memories from her childhood revisited her mind. She thought of her grandfather and her
mother. Often her guardians from long
ago brought her to where the water meets the land.
She hummed a tune she remembered her grandfather
whistling, as she pushed together small mounds of sand, making pitiful castles.
A sound from the wreck, caused Jo to turn her head up.
-Beck
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