The Shifting
The wind howled. It raged against Lexie. Aggressive against her back, pushing her closer to the edge of the cliff. Out in front of her lay the open sea; rolling, turning, a mirror of the turmoil raging inside her. The warm north wind crashed into the cool air of the open sea, brewing up a storm. The clouds all shades of grey, rough and full to bursting. She knew she still had some time before they reached the shore and dropped all hell.