At nightfall, she lay down on the pier, her head on a carrier bag full of her last precious things: photos, letters.
Eyes closed, she listened to the sea wash the sand and shingle: whisper, rattle, whisper, rattle.
She waited for cold and hunger to take her, drifting into a sleep where the letters and photos seemed to be speaking to her, seemed to embrace her and then she realised that the voice and the touch were real and the voice was saying:
“We’ve found you! Wake up. Your family has been looking so long. They love you so much.”
Words and photograph copyright 2017 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission