Short story: Adventure

The ocean heaves lethargically, restless and sad with unbearable tight tears.

The sun hijacks the early sky, leaving no secrets, exposing the contained misery of each wave's tug of war.

The little boat grinds against its moorings, feeling the call of the endless sea.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: hijacks, ocean, moorings, lethargically, and grinds

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