Not drowning, just driftingMature

They'd been drifting for a long time before she realised it.
The reality hit her hard in the gut, sickening her with it's twisty growth.
Land was nowhere in sight.
They weren't searching for the same desert island.
They weren't even clinging to the same life raft.
So she stopped paddling.
Rain drops raced towards oblivion as she walked through the house acknowledging each room with a nod, some with a smile, others a frown.
She paused at the bathroom to straighten a towel.
Then she left her key on the sideboard and let her past
drip
away
slowly
behind
her.

The End

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