AgainA Story by Riss
A section from a story I started
I was sitting on the beach, the sand, my favorite white bikini, the smell of sunscreen, the rush of waves, the rainbow shade of the umbrella, the fabric of my towel; all so solid. Sitting and laughing, seeing myself looking out towards the waves. I looked too, shifted the camera angle to see what I thought was so funny. My stomach lurched and my vision warped and shadowed for a moment. A white smile set in a summer tan, wave styled hair. Same old body, same old trunks, same old laugh. I could see myself getting up and feel it at the same time. The hot sand on my feet as I rushed out to meet him and cold water pressed against me. I felt myself start to blab, talking just to talk, talking because I was happy, not hearing myself because subconciously my concious didn't want to remember the words. The hum of my voice was dull coming from inside me. I glanced off down the beach to a shining pool leftover from the tide, the focus became closer
© 2010 Riss
Added on December 24, 2010
Last Updated on December 24, 2010
AboutI love art, I'm drawing or doodling constantly. I love doing portraits. I also love music, I am learning to play piano and guitar. more..
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