Washed up on the banks--backdated to yesterday(Tag Tyr)
Margaret sat at the kitchen table, staring into space, cooling mug of tea by her hand. She could hear Juliet's quiet breathing from the sofa where she had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep.
It could have been her. Someday would be her, and she could no longer stay comfortably in her river in Africa. They had prepared for most eventualities, made plans, stockpiled items, had contingencies in place for problems. The only issues they didn't have plans for were the emotional ones -- because there was nothing they could do about those. It was going to suck, and Margaret just really needed to see her man right now.
It could have been her. Someday would be her, and she could no longer stay comfortably in her river in Africa. They had prepared for most eventualities, made plans, stockpiled items, had contingencies in place for problems. The only issues they didn't have plans for were the emotional ones -- because there was nothing they could do about those. It was going to suck, and Margaret just really needed to see her man right now.