Tiny little erosions

Andrew stood at the tiny window and stared across at the window where his brother was staring down at the water. He could feel his brother’s sadness from there. They might never see their home again. They might never escape now and rescue was an even dimmer possibility.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Leaning his head on the cold stone of the wall, he could think of only one thing. Each of those things wore away at his hope the same way that the crashing waves broke down the stones they washed over. How long would it be before he had no hope left?


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