Gasping for breath, his muscles no longer willing to work, he collapsed to the rocky shore and sat cradling the bundle he had dragged, with the very last of his strength, from the waters. Miraculously, it moved in his arms, and in the pale light of the moon a glint of life shone up at him. So they sat together for a time, gathering strength, and while he watched the ship they had come from disappear beneath the waves, he began to weep. For all that they had lost, but also for what he had managed to preserve. Under wet and tussled hair, his small daughter gazed up at him, tears in her own eyes. Frightened in the dark.
"It will be ok now." he cooed, trying to be strong.
"It will all be OK." |
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