"000#" drabbles by Janet Brady

Phoenix

000#

She always new this day would come, it would end, they would part and life would never be quite the same.
It was time, freedom at last from compromise, from sharing, from caring.
Breathe in and listen to the silence, who would have thought the end would mean the beginning?
The only voice she listened to now was the one in her head calming, soothing, whispering almost words, like waves kissing the shore. Rhythmic, repetitive, relaxing. Breathe in and hold, count to ten, breathe out and hold, count to ten. Flimsy floating thoughts transfer gently in to dreams, peaceful sleep.