Mad Dogs and Englishmen ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/10/14

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c2a9dawn_q-_landauCopyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Survivor’s guilt they called it, whatever that’s supposed to mean. Each morning I walk the deserted beach, feel the sand spread between my toes, a cool breeze on my visage. I strip and dive into the sweet salty brine, folding into myself, slipping deeper, water washing over my bare skin, bald as the day I was born, baptized anew.

Starring at the little shack before me I freeze. Memories flood. Time stops. Surely it’s a hallucination, residual effect from treatment- How else could the cabin where we whispered our vows appear before me on the opposite side of the globe?

Word Count: 100


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