six sentence story

Lost Weekend

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Lost Weekend

Elizabeth drove away to where nobody knew her.

She did not share her destination, nor photos upon her return.

Once her feet warmed to the sand and cooled by the surf, she was home.

She sat on the beach and pondered until the sea breeze pondered her.

Swept away, her thoughts were no longer needed.

Three days later, she woke in her beachfront room and sighed, renewed.

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