The flailing arms strain for the surface.
Ripples in the tide.
The light was so far away.
Was it always like this?
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Lost at Sea
Short StoryThe waves came crashing, But he'd given up, to struggle was pointless.
The Light
The flailing arms strain for the surface.
Ripples in the tide.
The light was so far away.
Was it always like this?