My hand is in the satchel, and I feel the coldness against my palm. Grasping the little demon, I pull it into the light. Again, I close my eyes, and lobbing the treasure over my head, I send the trinket out to sea. An old, fat man in an Hawaiian shirt woven with blue patterns asks me what I’ve done. I cry, laughing and crying, and I find there are no words. I look over the vastness of the ocean and see the endless horizon. “I’ve done it,” is all I can say. Meekly, I rejoin the throng of man.
Drabble Series: What’s Done
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