Off to the Sea!

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Off to the Sea!

sea

Yes, I’m off for 5 days of long walks along the beach (I love the sea intensely no matter what the weather), traditional English pub lunches, and endless chats with my big sister (it’s only once a year so my sweet brother in law just retreats behind his newspaper and pretends he’s not there. lol!)

Such times always bring out the child in us. Though by calculation I know she’s 71 I find it very hard to believe. In looks, energy and personality I’d guess her to be in her late 50’s (we had a giggle when one of the lifeboat guys tried to chat her up last time I was there!)

We’ll eat the trout my brother in law caught and veggies from his allotment along with the bottle of wine I’m bringing, and His canine shooting partner will look at us eating with those big spaniel eyes. Yes, reunion will be sweet.

I’ll trade my beloved lakes for the sea for a while, breathe in the fresh spray, listen to the soothing waves and the sea birds screams and in doing so realise why my sister seems so young.

Exile. (Flash fiction)

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night waves
Waves crashed to the shore. She listened to their echoes through the surrounding mist, wishing she could follow them home. Around her bundles of cloth held together their remaining possessions. At least they were safe now, enveloped in a shroud of mist and water. Jamie’s oars slipped through the waves counting strokes that took her from all she’d ever known. He turned to smile at the anxious little face nestled to her bosom, the bloodied cloth that circled his head a grim reminder they could not stay.
“We’re safe now laddie. Yer uncle ‘ll take us in, he’s no friend of the redcoats. There’ll be rabbits and fish to catch, sheep to herd and you’ll have a playmate…”
Maggie was far from comforted. Their lives were saved but at the cost all else. They would be exiles. Never again would she see her mother’s face or man the market stall with her sisters. What could life hold for her on a remote farmstead…?

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It was past midnight when the boat bumped against the island shore. Leaping down she helped Jamie pull the vessel up onto the shingle. Waves surged against her legs as she labored. They surged in a different direction here she realized, new waves surging toward a different beach, a new beginning. Somehow they comforted her heart. Though the old was forever gone a new life beckoned. Voices echoed from the blaze that had guided them in the darkness.
“We thought you’d never make it lad!”
A massive figure lunged toward them silhouetted against the blaze. Jamie embraced his brother. Other faces gleamed in the firelight. They were not the only exiles the waves had carried here.

Exile.
Waves crashed to the shore. She listened to their echoes through the surrounding mist, wishing she could follow them home. Around her bundles of cloth held together their remaining possessions. At least they were safe now, enveloped in a shroud of mist and water. Jamie’s oars slipped through the waves counting strokes that took her from all she’d ever known. He turned to smile at the anxious little face nestled to her bosom, the bloodied cloth that circled his head a grim reminder they could not stay.
“We’re safe now laddie. Yer uncle ‘ll take us in, he’s no friend of the redcoats. There’ll be rabbits and fish to catch, sheep to herd and you’ll have a playmate…”
Maggie was far from comforted. Their lives were saved but at the cost all else. They would be exiles. Never again would she see her mother’s face or man the market stall with her sisters. What could life hold for her on a remote farmstead…?

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It was past midnight when the boat bumped against the island shore. Leaping down she helped Jamie pull the vessel up onto the shingle. Waves surged against her legs as she labored. They surged in a different direction here she realized, new waves surging toward a different beach, a new beginning. Somehow they comforted her heart. Though the old was forever gone a new life beckoned. Voices erupted from the blaze that had guided them in the darkness.
“We thought you’d never make it lad!”
A massive figure lunged toward them silhouetted against the blaze. Jamie embraced his brother. Other faces gleamed in the firelight. They were not the only exiles the waves had carried here.