The Sea Story

It wasn't quite as hot as it could have been, in all honesty.  The sun of a midday in September was like gold at the end of a rainbow and it seemed the only thing to do was to revel in it.  To my left, a long line of donkeys ambled sadly along the pebble littered sand, bells jangling rhythmically with each step.  To my right, waves crashed against grey jagged rocks and a boat on the horizon bobbed up and down leisurely.  If I looked forward I would see a snapshot of my entire life in one go; all three members of my family...and the dog!

It's hard to remember how long I sat there watching life go by and feeling the sun beat down on my face.  As I watched the last bits of black ash filter through the grids beneath my feet I came crashing back to reality with a harsh jolt, remembering who I was.  The pier was cold and no amount of sun could make any difference to the ever growing chills.  I kissed the yellow head in my fingers and stroked the slender, green stem as if afraid to let go.  Pressing the flower swiftly to my lips, I then released it with a plop at my feet and watched it dance merrily on the waves below.  When every petal was swallowed by the sea, I looked up and saw them all around me.  Not the three that sat beside me that day when childhood smiles nursed my naivety, but this time family united in grief and love.  It was the day we set you free.

Intro

What if I suddenly find so much time on my hands that I decide to write?  Then I realise I don't know what to write about.  This blog is the scrawlings of an unoccupied mind.  Some of what you see may be true, some may not.  Perhaps it can be your place to decide which is which!