It was New Years eve, I was sitting on a remote beach searching for the ultimate solitude. I thought I had found it. I was looking out over the ocean, sitting down as its raw beauty washed over me. I wasn’t alone I soon realised. As I sat against a sand dune, numb to the world, my eye caught movement to the north east. Almost like a ghost, a dark figure appeared, walking out to sea. My sanity had already been battered and bruised by having to sit there whilst the waves revealed my own self to me. Secrets and truths I had long kept buried, began to work themselves free; coaxed to life by the chattering of the waves as they breathed in and out of the shore. Was this a ghost? Had the waves succeeding in breaking me completely.
The figure carried on moving towards the sea, until reaching just short of the waves lapping in, it was then the figure began drifting slowly parallel with the sea, stopping when in line with me. The ghostly black figure was now about 100 steps away from me, and yet was completely unaware of me. I began to focus in through the mist. It was a woman, dressed in a black dress, holding her black high heel shoes in her shaking hands. I held my breath as she turned, she still hadn’t seen me. For a brief second she went rigid, before exploding fury shook her lose and she launched her black shoes into the Sea.
“Whhhhhyyyyyyy” she screamed to the sea before collapsing into the sand.
I could only see her curved back now, a fragile figure beside the vast power of the sea. Emotion emanated from her like a beacon. I took a deep breath and could taste salt water on the ocean breeze. I couldn’t tell if I was tasting the oceans tears or hers.
