Diana

Ship Wreck

The life boats line the horizon yellow. I watch from the top deck, the gray water looming ever closer. The people in the boats don’t look back as they drift gently, their shoulders rocking in confident unison with the sea. I rest my elbows on the cool, metal railing and let my gaze fill the empty seat in Boat 16, whose occupants are smugly unaware that they are one member short.