AgainA Story by RissA section from a story I startedI 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 collarbone neck lips bow shimmer sweat black lashes
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3 Reviews Added on December 24, 2010 Last Updated on December 24, 2010 AuthorRissBloomsburg, PAAboutI 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..Writing
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