31 Day Writing Challenge
I have decided to start a piece of fiction. I will write a bit each day.
She stood at the end of the dock. The wind was fierce. A front was trying to break through. Her long hair stood straight out behind her, long dark strands coated with a fine mist from the crashing waves. If she noticed either the wind or the spray, it was not evident in her eyes or her expression. She stared forward, body motionless, breathing slow and calm. Her thin t-shirt clung to her, the wind pressing it against her too thin body. Her bare feet had carried her here to this same spot all summer. For every sunrise. For every sunset. But today was different. Something had changed.
To be continued.