Swimming slowly, fins easily propelling her slender form through the water, red hair crowning her head. She got her wish, she left the ocean behind her. She married her prince - but where is he now? Nobody tells her. Nobody talks to her. She sees the people, though; they stare and they point and they smile, but they never talk. Their mouths move, but no sound reaches her ears. She is cut off from their lives, as they are from hers. She swims up to them, but stops a distance away because there is always something stopping her. The glass wall.
by Jasmine Gorringe (14)
Fulwood Academy, Preston
Competition - Grim Tales
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