The next ship
Sunset was her favourite hour. It was as though the world suddenly relaxed following a stress-filled day and the sky breathed a sigh of relief. It was evident in the atmosphere. You could feel the air more tranquil, more serene.
It was his favourite time for walking. Free from the heat of the morning, and with still enough light to enjoy the path.
Their course was by the sea. Water was integral. She had told him that since they first began searching for a common roof.
But now, the city chaos had become too overwhelming.
“Let’s just leave”, she said in a breathless exasperation.
He stopped in his step; turned round and gazed right into her eyes.
“Let’s”, he said in all severity.
“The next ship sails at dawn.”
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