The cotton sand scorches
under my frosty feet as I set up my towel.
Glistening patterns on the
surreal sea shells, they bring memories of beloved moments, and then gobbled up
by the mysterious ocean.
The Atlantic
trickles down the sand like bitter tears. Its freezing shower spray splits my sensitive
toes. Cyan waves thrash the battered pier, wafting the aroma of fried chips
across my face.
Desolate deserted deck
chairs buffet in the balmy breeze. The taught fabric reverberates like a drum beating
the time to the oceanic orchestra.
I feel something is
missing, “Now what do I need?”
Comment what do you think I'm missing?
ReplyDeleteBrilliant work James, this is incredibly emotive. I thought something was missing as well. Are the 'desolate deserted deck chairs' a clue or is it something to do with the 'aroma of fried chips'.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have a think about it. I wonder if anyone else has an idea what James needs?
Amazing! but (don't be offended)i've seen better
ReplyDeleteNice description James and don't be mean Sindy.>:o
ReplyDeleteI thought you did a wonderful job. I like your descriptions and your metaphors/similies. I like your alliteration in the fourth paragraph. I don't know what you're missing, I'll have to think, too!
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