From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
The squall scoured the breakwater and churned lake water into white-capped meringue.
Constance leaned into the wind, inhaled, and willed herself the courage to release irrational constraints.
Purged, she lifted her head, squared her shoulders, and stepped into her future.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer