Brad Foster, 2017 ©

Through the oval window, George stares out at the vast sparkling ocean that stretches to eternity. Next to him, Amy sleeps in the half-reclined seat. He gazes upon her, as he ponders what his friend Howard had told him a day before their vacation: She spent a lot of time with Roger during your business trip.

George clutches her hand, though she remains oblivious to his affection. When the plane banks towards their destination, he turns his attention back to the ocean. Its depths remain full of possibilities.



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