Situation Critical Expanse over open waters, all distance guesswork and wish-thinking from dawn to evening. Nights were worse. Nothing stood near, gently lapping seas worn harsh-weary. Day breaks the darkness with purple-orange haze then blue, blue. Everything turns blue. Three days, two men, and not a knife’s feeling between them. —mob #flashfiction 50 words
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