Abbey sat on a bench, looking out over the harbour, watching a ship move to the horizon.
Tears began rolling down her face for she wasn’t seeing a ship, she was seeing her life. Her life which had disappeared into the fog.
She was sixty five years old and totally alone.
She never married, never had children and those of her blood, her mother, her brother, had died years before.
Today was her birthday.
There would be no cake, no happy wishes, not even a card.
All she had in her life was had been her job, and having been retired due to her age, there was emptiness.