The Curveball Life
Word count: 100
Stephanie dug her toes into the wet sand, and took a good sniff of river air. Not too unpleasant, in spite of the debris on this side. She stared at the yacht masts in the distance; tinder sticks that ought to snap with one gust of wind. They wouldn’t of course; affluence continued for the marina crowd.
But, y’know Steph, she thought, you’re rich in other ways. Despite the misfortune, you have your family and a roof over your head.
She sighed, agreeing with herself, and wished not for the old, but for the promise of a less worrying future.