Gerty - Part the Second

I know that my feathered leg was the cause of the distance. The boredom of knowing that I was not what was wanted. A craggy gap that was always to be left open.

I felt him move away.

Into the sea-sky.

Into the distance.

My pale hands shaking sand, with anger and sadness.
Knowing that I wasn't needed anymore.
Pebbles clicking for a moment.

From a million years before.