Wednesday, May 6, 2015

no going back (short story - 100 words or less)

There was no going back. I was high above the Atlantic in the middle of the night, hurtling inescapably to some far off place halfway around the world. Fear, anxiety, despair engulfed me like ocean waves crashing thousands of feet below. I closed my eyes, tried not to cry, and prayed for dear life. Finally, it was all over. There was daylight. The sun was shining. I was still breathing. Friendly faces were welcoming. There was no going back, but it was going to be okay. We even had a picnic on the way ... home.

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