I might be alone forever upon this sea. As my motorboat breaks over wave after wave in this ceaseless ocean, I wonder what ports I can find hope in. Are they not all horrors to me? I have fled before the face of all men, for I am the last of all men escaping the leftovers of mankind. Weariness eats at my mind, for I have not slept, and I think I’ll let the currents and the motor take me from here; I am too tired to care, and I have no one left to care for. I am alone.
Drabble: Fleeing
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