Solstice has passed and though the days are still warm, they grow shorter. The sand is cold at night, when the bright lemon sky is draped in a black velvet cloak. She walks down the beach just before sunset, the wind whipping her hair. Sometimes she approaches the water, takes off her shoes, and lets the foam bathe her toes. She’s always careful to turn away before the cove because she remembers. I know. But she comes closer each day, her heart braver than her mind. The salty scent of memory pulls her back to that place.
I watch. I wait.
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Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
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