Shipwrecked

November 23, 2013 · Filed under fiction, memories, nostalgia, prompts, struggles, Uncategorized · Tagged beaches, fear, love, palm trees, prompts, sand, schooners, shipwrecks, Velvet Verbosity, wordpress

I felt chapped and burned all over, though the clouds were dark and threatening that cold winter day.

He ran down from the stunted trees, to the dock, where I waited in the boat as it rocked in the shallows of the sound. There on the the boat, he kissed my cheek. “You’re alive!” he cried out. As the schooner slipped below the waves, I grasped his hand and cried. I remember the horror of that day, not because of the warmth of the land, or the lovely clusters of palms, but because of the fierceness of the burning sands.

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