Walking isn’t working so well, because my legs won’t stop shaking and the cold, gray rocks prickle at my feet, an insistent pain that does not help. But I am here, and not in the sea, which I still cannot bring myself to turn and look at.
There is someone coming toward me, a woman, I think, though her face is a blank in every sense of the word. There’s still salt in my eyes, making it hard to see clearly. She wishes me a good day, and I nod. My throat feels too raw to talk just now.
She asks have I come far, and then surprises me by shrugging out of her coat and offering it to me. I blink at it for a moment and then reach out to take it. I clear my throat, because if she’s helping me, the least I can do is say something. “Thank you.”
It’s a well-made jacket, dry and still warm from her. I shuck off the remains of my shirt and pull it on. “Have to know where I am to know how far I’ve come.”
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Date: 2011-03-13 07:10 pm (UTC)There is someone coming toward me, a woman, I think, though her face is a blank in every sense of the word. There’s still salt in my eyes, making it hard to see clearly. She wishes me a good day, and I nod. My throat feels too raw to talk just now.
She asks have I come far, and then surprises me by shrugging out of her coat and offering it to me. I blink at it for a moment and then reach out to take it. I clear my throat, because if she’s helping me, the least I can do is say something. “Thank you.”
It’s a well-made jacket, dry and still warm from her. I shuck off the remains of my shirt and pull it on. “Have to know where I am to know how far I’ve come.”