singingforlive
the tracks stretched on in both directions as she sat silently on the rail. she looked up both ways and sighed. it was a stunning sight in the wayning sunlight and she only wished she had thought to bring her camera when she came out here to calm down.
she sat on the rock, her face a mask of grief. she sang, and every time someone got hurt. a salty tear escaped her eye as she went again to pull the pallid body up onto the beach.