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 her past
This week's prompt is this photograph of a sculpture made entirely from recycled driftwood at the Eden Project in Cornwall. You can read the other entries in the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups at Julia's Place.
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