Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Thirty-Four

The sea looked like molten steel, shining so brightly it hurt. Under her feet, the pebbles felt harsh and unforgiving, but she kept walking.

Once the water was up to her waist she began to swim, glorying in the coolness and her own strength.

When a hand grasped her ankle and pulled, she sunk into the monochrome depths. Laughing as she went down.

They surfaced together, one fair head and one dark. That kiss seemed to go on forever.

Much later, she swam back to shore and found her shoes.

The worry lifted from her husband’s face as she smiled.

©jj 2019

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