She stands and surveys the coastline, stretching out in front of her.
She looks down and studies the
rocks beneath her feet, putting her arms out to steady herself.
As the grey water and dull sky blur in her vision, she wipes a tear from her eye.
This mournful place seems as lonely as she feels, both finding a friend in the other. This place hasn’t seen a human in God knows how long. She chose it for that reason. Nobody would find her here and she was done with stunts where she’d plead for help from anyone who’d listen.
This time was different. She was okay with it all ending here. The fog rolls in on her final act of screaming to nothing but the screeching of the gulls and the splash and spray to follow.
for this prompt to get me to brush up on my micro fiction.