Give and Take...and give some more

Intense confusion and flickering worry confront her from every angle. The surface seems calm but the lurking undertow licking at her feet says different. She smiles at the passing people streaming around her and wonders where her life is going. Everything is good. Everything is fucking fantastic, in fact. But why does she feel this constant churning in her stomach?

Perhaps it is a bad time of month. Perhaps the things she thought were going to be great were, in fact, withering just the slightest bit. The bright hue of loveliness tinging to a dimmer colour?

She stops smiling and turns inward. People busy on their way bump and start around her but don't take notice. Even though she could feel the dreadful licks of the undertow, the shore and safety aren't far. She walks away and feels a slight hand extending to her. Hope breaks through the confusion and worry and all is not lost.

All can be brilliant, actually. She decides chances must be given in order to resume normality. A rough kick is shoved at the undertow and she pushes on in relief.