Wednesday 27 January 2016

White noise

She pressed her feet into the sand, still slightly warm from the day and looked out over the ocean to the sky, still softly coloured from the sun.

Frenzied seabirds and raging waves echoed off each other, the next getting louder than the last.

She kept an eye out for snakes that might be tangled in the wild vines of the sand dunes. She waded through the beach's white noise on her way to no where in particular.

One foot landed and the other foot lifted. The other foot lifted and one foot landed squarely on a hard-knuckled hand.

Her eyes followed the hand as it pulled back over the head of a young man, sitting crossed legged facing the ocean.

"Why are you crying?" their eyes levelled as she kneeled in front of him. He reached both hands out and pulled her onto his lap. She wiped a warm tear away and he pushed his rugged cheek into her palm.

"Because I was thinking about the way time is," he rested the crown of his head against her sternum and clung to her waist.

Her brow furrowed as she thought for a moment and fiddled with his ear lobes. His shoulders shook and he tightened his grip.

When he looked up at her face she saw that he was laughing. She crinkled her eyes and wiped his nose with her shirt.

"It sounds a bit dramatic when I say it out loud," and they both laughed a little, then a lot.


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