WithoutThisPlace… The wind blew hard down the coast, blowing sand and beach debris in spirals that rose upwards, swirled around, and sometimes crashed back on the beach. The muffled roar of the wind competed with the rolling surf, and the waves crashed onto the rocks further along, joining in a nice contretemps to the ongoing music.
The old page from a newspaper had travelled quite a distance since it was tossed by a beggar after he had eaten off it! Oil stains marked the spot where some kindly soul had perhaps packed some fried food for the beggar.
At the edge of the beach, where the ancient fence was now in shambles, the newspaper got caught in a wooden post that bore scars from romances past –mainly names and hearts and arrows carved into its gnarly surface. The years and shifting winds and sands had tilted the post so that it now leaned comically at an angle, like an old man valiantly trying to walk upright upwind.
Quite by accident, the newspaper sheet shuddered to a stop at the foot of the post, and a quirky gust of wind wrapped it around the foot of the post quite firmly. The upper edges still flapped around, but the bottom portion was held fast … almost in an embrace!
Wearily sinking its head onto the post, finally finding some solace from the buffeting it had received, the sheet whispered, “Without this place, I would have never found you!” and crumpled to the ground, holding on tight to the old wooden beam that was no longer upright.
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The old page from a newspaper had travelled quite a distance since it was tossed by a beggar after he had eaten off it! Oil stains marked the spot where some kindly soul had perhaps packed some fried food for the beggar.
At the edge of the beach, where the ancient fence was now in shambles, the newspaper got caught in a wooden post that bore scars from romances past –mainly names and hearts and arrows carved into its gnarly surface. The years and shifting winds and sands had tilted the post so that it now leaned comically at an angle, like an old man valiantly trying to walk upright upwind.
Quite by accident, the newspaper sheet shuddered to a stop at the foot of the post, and a quirky gust of wind wrapped it around the foot of the post quite firmly. The upper edges still flapped around, but the bottom portion was held fast … almost in an embrace!
Wearily sinking its head onto the post, finally finding some solace from the buffeting it had received, the sheet whispered, “Without this place, I would have never found you!” and crumpled to the ground, holding on tight to the old wooden beam that was no longer upright.
(264 words)
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