a old beach

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a description of an old beach

Submitted: June 09, 2018

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During a cold spring morning, after five fatiguing miles of jogging, I arrive at the beach. It required a lot to get here; however, just the smell of the fresh, salty air is more than enough to gladden the day. Studying the beach from a road atop a cliff, one would see the glistening, flat water in the cove; separating it and the harsh, lonely sea is a large foreboding wall of sharp threatening rocks. On the left of the old, forgotten cove mouth, are the rocks that joined the land in an disorderly fashion. Just a few feet from the rocks, a couple of decaying lawn chairs lie just above the shoreline. The thought of an old couple, living their last days out on those beautiful candy striped folders, slowly rots with those now faded and decrepit chairs. At the foot of the cliff, almost directly lining up with the mouth of the cove is a small pile of shells, sunken into the sand. The pink and brown seashells have been collected, then dumped by some unknown traveler, who has abandoned this empty beach. Though the shells are covered by the tide's seaweed, the shells still glimmer with the needless hope of the morning sun. At the most right of the cove, there stands an old, lonely man gazing out at the quiet sea. He holds a bucket, filled with broken and warn seashells that contain a thousand whispered secrets. In the other hand, a photo of gorgeous honeymooners, water damaged. The image was a crisp black and white. The frame of the photo was handmade, shells adhered to it, false gems and plastic flowers accompanying them. This lonesome cove held a past filled with bright glamorous afternoons; only this pale forenoon, it was as empty of joy as a life without love.


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