Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Picking up a handful of sand, letting it drift on the cerulean waves, Sue wondered if that was a metaphor of her life, seemingly scattered everywhere, adrift by the wind. Nothing was happening correctly, in her troubled mind. Sue wanted order, an accomplished list to be proud of. Instead life with this new illness turned into chaos, with no future hope for control or order, like grains of sand drifting in the waves.. tree

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Weekend Writing Prompt #441 – Cerulean