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The alley was narrow and colorful, filled with signs and benches and plants, anything which might make a tourist pause and come inside. She walked with her eyes on the narrow strip of horizon visible, shops holding no allure for her tired mind. Tony had said this would be the perfect honeymoon spot, but now he was gone and what was left for her to do?
How was she going to get home? And what would she say when she did? Her feet shifted from sidewalk to sand and yet she continued to walk.
Maybe the sea held the answer.
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I wonder what happened to Tony? And I hope the answer in the sea is not the one I’m thinking of…
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Only she knows what happened to Tony and yes, I’m afraid it is what you are thinking.
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I really hope she shakes herself out of that frame of mind. Right about now is time for an angel/bodhisattva to appear.
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I hope so, too. An angel would be good right now.
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I’m not so sure she doesn’t knpw more than she’s saying about what happened to Tony
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Interesting. Maybe she does and that is why she is in such shock.
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Oh no, not the sea!
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Yes, the sea. The sea can cover anything.
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Something has gone horribly wrong. Intriguing.
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Yes, it has. But what? Thanks for commenting.
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Not the honeymoon Tony had in mind. What has she done?
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Oh my…hope she is only going to sit by it and think.
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Dear Athling,
Doesn’t sound like the perfect honeymoon. You leave me wondering what happened to Tony. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Not perfect by any standard. Thank you.
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What a honeymoon she and he lost at sea ❤
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I know. Thanks for commenting.
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Too ominous for words. Is there still hope? Well done.
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Hope that cold water knocks some sense into her, or maybe the handsome lifeguard that rescues her!
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Oh dear. What misadventure has taken place? Alone in a strange world, not even knowing how she’ll get home? No wonder she’s just continuing to walk. . . . .
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