PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The journey into your past life can come at any time.
Something caught my eye out the window of my new house so I stopped to look. Suddenly I was on a boat which was rocking rather dangerously. I looked out of window and noticed the land had disappeared from view.
I was in a boat, somewhere in the open ocean, and sinking.
Water splashed around my feet, and I knew I was the captain. I was going to go down with the ship.
There was a need to escape. Sadly, I did not know how to get myself home.
Written for Friday fictioneers