Day 227

And on that day, when the lights went out, a child placed a message in a bottle.
The bottle carrying the message, was of little value, but it carried within a mighty howl.
For help, for deliverance, for the need to just be heard!
To be heard, if nothing else, by another living soul. Someone who could sympathize with a child who had nothing. Now, not even light.
With that in mind, this commonplace bottle containing a desperate cry, was thrown to the waters. No destination whatsoever, in the senders mind.
Simply find someone.
Such a simple wish, containing such a fraught invocation may not be able to defy the oceans ebb and flow, but it can hide from it. If only for awhile.
Long enough to be pulled by another little miracle.
A summoning by a girl, no longer a woman, who skipped a stone in the lake behind her once family home.
A stone skipped a total of seven times. The seventh skip collided with water concealing glass. The sound rings out, and the message finds a receiver.
An opportunity for the girl, no longer a woman, looking out at a brand new world.