Fully Present

Flash Fiction

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I hate how I feel that poetic words are never enough, she thought to herself.

She stepped out of the car, weary but still strangely energized after the 15-hour drive to a relatively isolated beach. There was no other soul to be seen. Though it was a bit unsettling, that was the point of it. To run away from society so that she could run towards herself.