Personal Writing

Mira stood facing the ocean. Her long, white dress trailing in the wind behind her while the lunar waves bathed her skin from above. In her hand she held the locket of her beloved fiancé while she looked out toward the ocean. It had been two long years since the loss of his ship. Two long years of hoping that maybe, just maybe he might be alive. Maybe her beloved John would come back to her but it was never so. She sat down in at the water’s edge and let the cool water wash over her feet....