The flames burned right through the figure sitting on the shore. The water was lapping through her, boiling in the heat of the fire. She watched the corpses floating, hers was out there too. She scanned the faces, looking for her daughters, but she couldn't find them among all the other bodies. She sat in the sand as the fire burned itself out. The wind kept blowing, but there was no other sound as night fell. She just kept staring out at the bobbing bodies.
At about midnight, she noticed three that were unlike the others. These smaller figures seemed to be pushing through the deceased. She watched them make their way to her.
The air breathed a word. "Mother." The ghost ate the word out of the air. It was her word.
She was mother.
"Daughters?" She whispered.
Two of the dolls bore the faces of her twin daughters while the third one wore her face.
"We're here, Mother." The spirits from within the dolls spoke.
Soaring over to them, she settled into her doll.
"What happens now, Mom?"
"Now, we wait."
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