Drabble: Then Ocean

Stephen looked out of Sanctuary window. Rain was washing down the glass; typical British summer; typical British view; a suburban garden, houses, a few trees.

Stephen thought of the ocean, of towering waves and blustering gales. He remembered surfing the barrel of a double-overhead. He remembered sailing single-handed through an unexpected squall. He remembered the thrill and the adrenaline and simply feeling alive.

Ryan's arms snaked round his waist as he, too, gazed out of the window in silence. Ryan was the same. He'd lived a life defined by action and danger. Here they were safe, but they weren't alive.