Adrift
Adrift By Todd C. Feren As we sat in that boat, drifting in the eternal blackness of the midnight sea, I cherished her. She was the reason I was alive, and I her. When I pulled her into this bright yellow lifeboat, I tore her away from the deadly arms of fate. She was standing on the railing of that burning ship, and madness had found her before I could. While others flailed wildly and leaped onto the sea to extinguish the flames that were quickly consuming their fancy clothes, she stood there in all her beauty and stared off into the depths of the sea. Who knows where we might be if I had never met Josepha Gaspar? Perhaps I would still be in New York City, never knowing the warmth of love or the iciness of its unrequited agony. She leaned over the side of the small yellow raft bobbing in the ocean and hummed. Oh God, how she hu...