Criminals Who Introspect

The distraught delinquent walked to the end of the deserted wharf. His gaze met the horizon, searching for another place. A place where he would be free. Free to be himself. Why should he stay here where he is upbraided for everything he does? Maybe there’s an island out there where he could live all alone, happily. As the sun set into the grey sea and turned the sky purple, he realised, his happiness was as ephemeral as the sun’s position in the sky. Will taking another step forward and letting the sea consume him make his happiness permanent?