Our favourite place

by RebeccaEmin about 9 years ago

I stand on the fine sand, gazing out to sea. We stood here before, didn't we? You and I. Younger, then. Innocent perhaps. Lovers learning about each other in those early days.

The time we spent on this beach was perfect. Like an advert on TV for far flung luxurious holidays. Our own private paradise. We didn't want it to end, did we?

A man walks past. Dressed in green trunks, he glances at me. I signal to him and buy. He's feeling lucky now. Selling watermelon and coconut is not easy at this time of year. I feast on the melon. Sticky juice runs down my chin and neck. I don't care. I can swim later and wash it off.

It's funny being here alone now. Not so innocent. I wear factor 30 sunscreen, taking a gamble with health to try and gain a glow. You don't worry about health any more, do you?

They'll never find you. The tides and the rain can do their worst. I dug down deep enough to find the wet, thick sand, and your remains won't be found until I am long gone. Or maybe you will just become sand yourself, and have footprints trodden into you.

I watch the sea with a complex smile.


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Galen about 9 years ago

Complex is right. Beautiful. I like the green-clad man slipped in simply as a remembered image, a source of happiness.

DazedPuckBunny about 9 years ago

Lovely and layered!

ganymeder about 9 years ago

They'll never find him... *shiver*

Nice twist.




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