cronulla beach.

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Blinding golden rays make it the perfect weather for a beach outing. Kids running left and right, sand flying up in a blur like a slow motion action film. Families lounging under gigantic beach umbrellas, couples enjoying each other’s company, girls sunbaking and eyeing topless lifesavers whilst boys stand around trying to look casually cool in their boardies. Can’t forget the sagging scarring sights whom should be banned from walking around in speedos.

And below the hum of conversation, shrieks of laughter, and the squall of seagulls, the ever constant gentle crash of the ocean waves, hugging the shore. The first entry always a shock, teeth chattering cold. But as the time passes, the water warms and become a simple pleasure to be in. Playing in the water and having fun despite being bridal style carried and dunked half a dozen times.

As the sun ducks behind a cloud and the water cools, we retreat to the beach to sunbake dry. Lazing with not a care in the world, the time passes quickly, a sad reality. And after a lunch of fish and salt and pepper chips, it’s time to go home.

A lot of fun and a day well spent.

sunshine and seashells.

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No matter how many books she had already written and published, she still found starting a new book the hardest. She’d write words and words, edit and fix that one first sentence but without avail that one sentence which had taken so excruciatingly long to write would seem like absolute rubbish. Leaving her again at point blank with a white sheet and a single blinking black line. Repeat a few hundred times and that had been her day so far.

The table began to vibrate, a quick check of the small fluorescent screen confirmed her suspicions, her editor. Again.

She took off her headphones and reading glasses, aware that without a break she would get nowhere. Drinking the remnants of her third cup of coffee, she leaned back, stretching in her seat and holding back a yawn. As she stretched her neck, her eyes caught on a forgotten object upon her shelf. Hidden in the back corner of the middle row, behind all the plushies and toys, was a dusty glass jar.

Tucking a wisp of blond hair, absentmindedly behind her ear, she stood up, grasping the jar for a closer look. Inside was a layer of pure white sand and several sea shells, various patterns covering the corrugated edges. She closed her eyes as her mind took her back to that week of sunshine and sand, seashells and dolphins. Of intertwined hands and whispered words.

Of that one night and the jarring sound of shattering glass.

She sat back down, releasing her tight grip upon the jar. Turning to her screen, she grimly knew how to start.




A/N: I haven't really felt like writing a story for a while so I forced myself to sit down and write one today, choosing a photo at random for inspiration. Might try this again another day for practice. Photo credit to soompi stock photos. 

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