At the beach

He had heard that waves in the beach were bigger during new moon days. He had come there from city, where he lived, to witness the same. He lived inland, and it was the first time he had ever visited the beach.

As he neared the water, the waves gently greeted him, and he stood rooted to the spot long after they went back. They seemed to come back again with much vigour, and seemed like they never wanted to part with him.The water looked very clear that he could see the rocks underneath . It tempted him to take a mouthful, and he was taken aback when it tasted salty. He realised that he couldn’t walk as fast on the sands of the beach as he did on the road.

Slowly, it turned darker, and he was brushed gently on his cheeks by the cool breeze. It had been playing hide and seek with him all along.He could see a faint ray of light ,that was guiding the ships, that had lost hope to safety.He was fascinated by the lights so much that it dragged him to the base of the lighthouse.

” In memory of the sailors who lost their lives to the shipwreck on June 14th, 1970″.

Mommy, it was on a dark night like this. There was no lighthouse to guide us. We were sixteen of us and none of us survived. We were praying for a miracle on our last leg and none happened. I was waiting to meet my newly born daughter, is that you, Mommy ?The four year old year enquired, with a serious face.

Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Sue Vincent’s challenge on #writephoto. Thanks for the photo provided, Sue. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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