Authors Note: Due to a particular turn of words, it’s necessary to redact a sentence. Suffice it to say it was not in the best interest of life in our times. So, forgive the redaction.
White knuckles on wheel, river of sweat down spine; aching clutch of lungs, and she wasn’t even on the ferry, yet. Soon the gently rock from side to side would bring nausea, too. She hated the ferry, but it was a necessity.
At least, this would be the last time, she thought as tears blurred her vision. It was her turn… dead center, surrounded. Perfect. [REDACTED]… Calmly walking to the back gate, mentally calculating the time. She jumped.
Behind her, the ferry exploded.
The next day, hundreds of miles away, Mercy began a new life.
WC: 100 Exactly! 🙂
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I was listening to this song when I opened inet this morning… It set a dismal mood, but I wanted to pump it up. So “Mercy” found a way to escape… feel free to decide for yourself why she felt the need to do what she did in order to escape. I’m sure your minds can do that. 🙂 Enjoy… I hear the next ferry is about to board….