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The water was within view, but the man had almost caught up to his lady. She tried to run faster, but luck was not with her. Her foot struck a stone and she fell, half over the edge of the land, half within her husband’s grasp.

Eventually, she ran past the bar with the ruckus behind her. Attracted by the noise, her husband stumbled drunkenly outside and realized the situation immediately. Driven by greed, he overtook the rabble and was soon first behind his wife.

Confused, bemused, and curious, the townspeople ran behind her. Faster, faster, faster she ran until she almost flew. The fastest man in town could only barely keep sight of her heels.

She dashed out of the no-longer-home and towards the beach. Her feet ached as she ran without shoes, her face stung with the sharp wind. The townspeople watched the pretty shut-in run through the night with a glowing something in her apron.

The woman hesitated before agreeing. What could have held her there? A man who cherished her not? She gathered the fish in her apron and dumped as much water in as her cloth could hold.