by Julie Franks
Black water meets grainy shore—my shoes are ruined. I take a step farther and my pants get heavier. My favorite song blares from a bright red Gremlin speeding past with the windows down, a sign for me to take another step. It’s harder to stand, so I let the current have its way with me. The strings on my hoodie float past my head. The world grows darker as I drift. My eyes close and the ocean claims its prize. As I wait for my ending, I see his face. At least he won’t see me cry here.