Monday, March 16, 2015

The Deep (100 words)


The ocean.  Why did she always return?  Was it the fresh air, the lull of the waves, the feel of sand beneath her feet? 

No.  It was the endless horizon and the bottomless depth.  In a carefully scripted, planned life, she, on some level, relished the theory, the thought, the vision of a vast unknown. 

What lay beyond the edge, beneath this deep?  The wondering fueled her imagination, her dreams.  If fed her desire to do more, see more, get out from behind this life and discover what lay beyond her limitless horizons, beneath the surface waves, into the deep.    

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