If she chose to keep walking the grey gravel path, life would go on just the same… no better, never worse.
Endless possibilities lay at the deepest end of the pool if she dived in, but she hesitated, for fear of what lay in between.
She made up her mind, closed her eyes and…
A short story for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
This short story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales, based on the photo prompt © Fabio Mangione via Unsplash
Two countries, two sets of houses, and two rows of boats that never crossed the invisible line in the water.
Two sets of people, who were united in their love of sunsets and the sea.
Two neighbours, who always waved and smiled across the One border they never created.