Elizabeth Hancock
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aspiring writer from florida
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The Sea
The waves crashed onto the shore in a rhythmic pattern, lulling the day to sleep. The sun was almost gone now, and the first stars were beginning to find their place in the sky. The gulls were calling each other as they went to rest for the night, and few people still walked along the shore, talking quietly to one another. All the boats that had journeyed across the sea during the day were now tied to the docks in the marina not far from the beach. Most of the shops in the town were closed, their lights out and doors locked. The pastel beach houses that towered above the dunes were like colorful lifeless beings that stood watch over the town as the night grew darker. The moon is high in the sky, now. One old, wise-looking man with gray hair and a pensive, quiet spirit pedaled silently through the town, with only the moonlight and a few house lights illuminating his path as he went. As he passed houses and shops, he watched the sea as the waves continued to crash and swirl. A young girl with long, auburn hair and a hopeless and forlorn soul sat in her window seat hidden in her bedroom, looking out over the ocean. Her brown cat sat huddled into a ball next to her, his long tail wrapped around himself. A boy with eyes the color of the sea was sitting next to his mother’s hospital bed, grasping her small frail hand as she peered out the window of the gloomy room, trying to catch a glimpse of the waves not too far away, the same waves that used to breathe life into her once healthy spirit. A lonely older woman with brown eyes and a longing spirit sat in her dark living room, a record player killing the somber silence of her house, as she, just like the others, watched the ocean in all its mysterious glory.
By Elizabeth Hancock3 months ago in Wander
