She was sitting on the dock, the wind blowing her soft brown hair. The waves were rolling onto the sand. She walked off the dock and headed down the beach. Quietly, he followed, not wanting her to know, yet wanting her to see him.
They both walked down the beach, one following, the other leading. Where to? He never knew, all he could see was in front of him, everything else vanished. Walking along, he came closer to her. She stopped and turned around, watching him. They stood, one watching the other. The wind ruffled his sandy blonde hair and her hair whipped in front of her face. She turned and walked, he followed once again.
Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled deeply. They kept on walking and soon he was beside her. Then came the rain, wetting her hair, and dampening his clothes. Still, they continued on.
Suddenly, she turned and dove into the sea. He watched in understanding. The Calling. He walked down the beach after she was out of sight. He kept walking, until they met again. At the end of the long walk, the end of the beach, and the end of time.
Author notes
Sorry it isn't very descriptive. It was my very first short storyand I want to keep it how I had it when it was first written.
Comments
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Your very fist short story? I'm assuming that doesn't count anything writen when you were six that was plotless, descriptiveless, and pointless?
Okay the story. This was actually quite intresting. I think it could have had a little more to it but since you stated in the A/N that you don't want to change it I won't go there. It was very intresting and I like how you used two charactors to make you point instead of saying that one was walking down the beach not knowing...
Overall a good story. I like the idea as simple as it may be. I'll have to read some of your newer stuff.
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