Stavanger Bay This night ain't for the faint of heart

archiving!

blinded by the sting of defeat she ran -- and ran -- and ran. she did not so much as steal a glance behind her, so hot was the shame that burned her heels. she hated her - that bitch! nevermind that rosalyn had rightfully won, nevermind that sandpiper was the one who had lost -- all she could think of was how unfair it was, and how she had been rudely and cruelly slighted.

she could not even bring herself to inform her brother. instead, she strode down the beach and committed herself to the sand. she would not look back. she could not look back.