Safe from the murderous sea, I watch as bits of broken timber are thrown up by the tide onto land. I am this dead wood’s elder brother, for so I was birthed from the sea, thrown onto the sandy shore. My tired mind gives me glimpses of hope—I will build a raft, or soon other shipwrecked sailors will wash ashore—but these dreams die as a weariness too great for sleep washes over me. If only I could lift my body and drag this timber far from the sea’s capricious whim, but I, awake, am as a lifeless corpse.
Drabble Series: Driftwood
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