She Sells Sea Shells

Lucia Cabriel · 07-07-2011, 09:19 AM

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Hope you don't mind? Smile Also, you got my 100th post. Big Grin

Cold, uncaring eyes fell across the beach. She had always hated beaches, but that feeling had grown over time. It was on a beach that she had first made love to Snake, that they had declared their relationship – though at first, it had been secret. It was that reason that made her question why she had come here at all, but then again, part of her wondered if this was in fact the beach. Was it this beach that she had met the destroyer of her heart? She couldn’t remember… Or maybe she just didn’t want to.

Feeling the granules under her feet, Lucia wanted to cringe. It always managed to get into places, seek its way into the crevices of the body. It was like sandpaper against her skin, and it clung to her pelt like parasites. She hated it. Walking along, she watched the tide – the soft rolling waves going back and forth, never really getting anywhere. The same motion over and over. It must be boring being a wave. Why Lucia thought these things, she didn’t know. Her mind had sprung a will of its own nowadays, and that was fine. Paranoid, insecure… it was nice to not have to worry about keeping her mind in check as well. Maybe that was the root of her lunacy, or maybe it was just plain laziness. Either way, it was simple, and simple was all that was wanted.

Thoughts came and went, rolled into her mind and out again much like the tide. It seemed like hours that she stood there staring, but it was merely seconds. Time seemed to slow down nowadays, everything seemed pointless, worthless – undeserving. She hated everything, everyone… She was broken glass, just waiting to be glued back together. Yet, even when glued, the cracks would never truly disappear. It was all an illusion.

It was then that the sound of playfulness and joyfulness came into the ears of the black female. Gaze darting over the horizon, she caught glimpse of a few small shadows. Pups. Looking further along, she saw the watchful eye of a motherly figure. Sighing, Lucia had a moment of weakness. What if her and Snake had bore children? Would she be here now? Where would he be? Oh, the possibilities. That thought got quickly thrown from her mind.

Carrying on her pace, Lucia hoped that the mother would not stop to talk to her, but from a glance, Lucia pegged this woman as the talking type. A happy person who seemed to have a problem – it was written all over her face. Lucia didn’t care. She just wanted to be left alone. But that wouldn’t happen. It never did. So, she walked and waited. Eventually there would be talking, so Lucia waited. Waiting to be seen, waited for the inevitable.

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