You Are The Anchor Of A Ship That Has Set Sail
There was no way she could get to the Ferry but she still kept running. “Well,” said Nell turning inwards now that Shari had gone. “I better start by getting my own little safe harbor ready.” The tiny two bedroom flat was a mess. Washing up sat soaking in the sink and the dirty laundry was strewn across the bathroom floor. The torn newspaper flung in a fit of fury was littered across the living room. Chaos looked like it lived here. “Ain’t it amazing how quick we are to slide backwards?” The... Sign in to see full entry.