The pull of the tide is hot on my heels as I try to escape the terrifying nightmare that is unfolding before me. Only I knew I was here, only I knew what I had to do and only I could fight this battle.....alone.
Sunday, 19 January 2014
100WC Week 3 - Alone
I clung on desperately to the oars as if my life depended on it. My knuckles pale, white and sweaty with the intense pressure. Wave after furious wave smashed against the vulnerable body of my little boat, like an enraged bull charging, enveloping me with terror. With no reprieve, I continued to battle the elements.
The pull of the tide is hot on my heels as I try to escape the terrifying nightmare that is unfolding before me. Only I knew I was here, only I knew what I had to do and only I could fight this battle.....alone.
The pull of the tide is hot on my heels as I try to escape the terrifying nightmare that is unfolding before me. Only I knew I was here, only I knew what I had to do and only I could fight this battle.....alone.
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