**Who knows? With all the comments I've gotten about this little blurb, maybe I'll have it grow into something real.**


The sea was murky, rough and the deepest blue that she had ever seen. Katharina sat on the shore, legs bundled up against the cold, angry wind, pondering her life. It was like the ocean, she had decided. Smooth, safe and welcoming one moment, and the next, gaping, incensed, and ready to swallow you whole without blinking an eyelash.
Katharina gathered her skirt around her thighs and stepped into the shore break, her body fighting against entering the cold water. Poseidon's fury lashed at her ankles as she waded still deeper, dropping her skirts in the water, as there was no point in keeping them dry. She unbuttoned the high collar that had been choking her for the whole of her adult life, and breathed the salty sea air deep into her lungs. The night time clung around her like a lover's embrace and the thought made Katharina continue her silent weeping, as she had been doing for weeks.
The cold water was now around her waist, keeping her afloat as she pushed her way further into the ocean. Andrew, her lover, was gone, swallowed by the very sea that held her so close in it's encirclement. There was nothing left for her here, she had told herself bitterly over the last month. She pulled the newspaper clipping from her pocket and read again the decision that all aboard her true love's ship had been lost.
There was nothing. She had decided. And so, she kissed her engagement ring one last time, and swam out into the ocean, towards her only love.
'I love you, Andrew.'�

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