Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Morning At The Beach

Soft white light was leaking through her eyelids. She blinked against the light, furrowing her brow as she snuggled up around herself. It was cool, breezy. She had fallen asleep on something coarse but warm.... Slowly she opened her eyes. Ah, yes. The beach. The sun was just barely peaking over the calm ocean waters. The morning was her favorite time to be on the beach. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful. So white and serene. It was like a little slice of heaven all to herself.

Smiling softly to herself, she sat up, brushing the sand off her face. Her hand froze on her cheek as she felt sand had caked on her skin, as if it had been wet.... As if she had been crying....

Suddenly the events of last night came flooding back to her memory. Grief swelled up inside her chest and throat, overwhelming her. Grief swiftly morphed into rage and she found herself standing up, staring out at the horizon as fresh tears threatened to choke the life from her.

Something flashed in her vision and her eyes flickered down to whatever it was. Several feet in front of her, laying in the sand, was the silver diamond ring. A sob shoved its way through and she stormed to the ring, snatching up it up. Despite how warm the sand was, the ring was still cold. Tears now streaming down her face, she clenched the ring in her fist, kissing her fist softly, before looking back up to the horizon and tossing the ring out in to the water.

He was gone. He was never coming back.

Inspired by an acting exercise done in class one day. 

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