Teardrops on Still Sand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mark takes time to contemplate on his local beach as the Hurricane Dorian looms over the area.

Submitted: September 03, 2019

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Mark sits there on his silver rusted wheelchair, directly at the middle of the small wooden cracked bridge leading to the beach . The bridge makes creeking noise as if the will to continue its life is faltering. Mark pays no mind to the noise of the bridge. His eye's are gazed directly at the continuing tidal waves, rising up, falling down and then rising up again, as if it were motioning the sea's body. The winds were calm yet harsh with small steadiness, the warm winds gave Mark's skin a cooling sensation, giving Mark a brief inner smile. The clouds were of neutral cloudy dark blue full of potential life with dark storm clouds looming just a few feet, preparing to eat the sky of blue.

He gazes briefly at a young couple wallking past his view. Marks releases a small warm smile, his eye's lower in envious sadness his head follows them as they move steadily past him to the right until they dissapear from his view from the bridge like lingering ghost. Specks of sand forcefully carried over by the soft yet harsh wind flew itself at Mark's face. Mark felt an adreline inisde of himself, he puts his hand in his wheelchair handle and prepares to lift himself up, raising his neck up, and using his arm to lift his upper body , he strangely feels numbness in his lower body, then he nods frustrately, licks his lips and dreadfully sit down. Sigh. Almost forget for a second. Shoud've known better than to get too excited. 

His head turns upward as the dark storm clouds begins to slowly swallow the blue cloudy hue in the sky. Thunder being heard from a distance. Tiny figures of Seagulls accompanied by their typical cry flying directly forward, with some of them after a few moments flying a few feet above Mark with him looking up as they do. Damn you guys are lucky, wish I could join you guys. Oh well. 

This hurricane seems to be finally picking up. It's taking longer than I thought though. As the sounds of booming thunder emreges, the few people on the beach begin to leave as sprinkle's of tiny raindrops drops from the sky, becoming tiny droplets of tears in Mark's skin. The tears became hard at once, dropping all over the beach, winds blowing all its energy at the sand, beach and tree's. Mark closes his eye's and raises his head as if baptizing in it. From his thoughts emerges himself jogging at the sidewalk full of nothing but a under garment and track short's , pressing the stop button, to cross, then continuing running, turning around, eye's widening with a car's light's flashing in his face. 

Mark gets startled by a tap in the shoulder. It was a police officer wearing a flowing yellow life jacket underneath his wet stained uniform.  The officer was leaned with hands on his hip, looking at Mark from his right  . 

" Hey. Don't you think it isn't safe to be here."

' Yeah I guess. Just wanted to feel again you know. Been trapped in that shithole of a home for months.'

The officer looks up and turns his face around as if looking for anybody else, then he stares his eyes.

" Where's your freinds at, don't you got any that could help you back inside."

Mark looked confused as if the concept of freinds were foreign to him. Then he regains his focus.

" Sure. Either way I don't need any to get back.' 

Mark prepares to turn around and head back when the officer grabs the handles and proceeds to help roll the wheelchir. 

" Show me where you live and I'll help you out.A young man like you shouldn't be out here.'

The officer helps Mark enter the police car and prepares to drive them to their destination. Mark looks out at the window, staring at the tree's being blown over by the aggressive winds, the tides getting increasignly higher and the rain getting increasingly harder. I was hoping I at least get to meet this guy Dorian today, heard he's a terrifgyinh dude, well guess I'll have to wait till next time. See you around, maybe I'll see ya tommorow.


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