Still Time

The boats had set sail - her name was never called. She wasn't quiet sure what to do at that moment so she began walking. Where? Anywhere. It didn't matter at this point.

She just wandered. Walking into the night, wondering when it would catch up to her. Wondering if it had caught up to the others who had chosen to stay rather than flee. She knew she should be scared, but her mind was empty, blank of all thoughts.

She wasn't aware of where she was until her foot entered to water. Snapping out of her trance, she found herself on the beach - a spot she had never been before. Taking her foot out of the water, she sat down on the sand and pulled her knees up to her chest - hugging them tightly.

The mist had begun to creep through the trees on the edge of the beach, drifting out over the glass-like water. The moon was shining so bright the mist almost appeared translucent - as if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

Now it was just a waiting game.

She knew it wasn't far because she could feel the ground beneath her beginning to tremble.