(75 word micro-story #5)
She walked on the beach. Pieces of broken boardwalk clung to twisted stanchions, while pieces of her house floated somewhere far out on the Atlantic. No slightest physical scrap of her life there remained. All had been swallowed, said neighbors, by one massive wave.
Rebuilding was out of the question. She would never reoccupy space hung with so many memories. Bad enough they revisited in nightmares. Gazing toward the horizon, she thanked the sea gods.