I stood on the edge of the pier, gazing out at the flat, grey ocean. There were no waves and the sea looked like murky glass that stretched as far as the horizon. In one hand, I held a plastic box containing my mother’s ashes. In the other hand, I carried a bouquet of her favorite flowers—pink carnations.
A breeze stirred my hair, carrying with it the scent of salt and fish. The fog hanging low on the water mirrored the fog clouding my mind.
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