Bleak Beach
Without Prejudice
Mandy gazed out at the horizon. The Summer visitors had mostly gone home, the only signs of their ever having been there, the full high trash cans spilling out their contents to the delight of the Seagulls who even now we're shrieking and attacking each other, like rabid dogs. Some gathering their treasures, hopping comically away, some others yelling in the background in protest at their closer companions.
Mandy watched some circle in the sky, hoping for a fish catch, and spotting them their lyrical sharp dive, so accurate, so deadly to the fish. Mandy shivered and gathered her lightweight cardigan closer to her body. The day was ending, slowing, making the way towards night. A few fat splashy rain drops began to colour the shingle path and the sky so blue before of the sky had began to darken. " Battleship Grey, " thought Mandy.
She rememberd her Father spraying the walls of her and her sister, Tori' s bedroom, " Battleship Grey " Causing them to have terrifying nightmares ever after and to sneak into their Mum and Dads bed trying not to wake them. Mandy was the oldest by four years. She reached down to Tori and Tori stepped up so they were almost the same age, almost one body, two brains. Except now Mandy's body was betraying her almost childishness.
She mused a while longer, rain drops pattering on to her plastic poncho style raincoat. She needed time, she needed space, she needed to make sense of her feelings. The grey sky reflected her mood.
" Why had she been so quick to want to grow up ", she thought. ? She had heard others say that school days were the best days of your life.
Mandy gazed out at the horizon. The Summer visitors had mostly gone home, the only signs of their ever having been there, the full high trash cans spilling out their contents to the delight of the Seagulls who even now we're shrieking and attacking each other, like rabid dogs. Some gathering their treasures, hopping comically away, some others yelling in the background in protest at their closer companions.
Mandy watched some circle in the sky, hoping for a fish catch, and spotting them their lyrical sharp dive, so accurate, so deadly to the fish. Mandy shivered and gathered her lightweight cardigan closer to her body. The day was ending, slowing, making the way towards night. A few fat splashy rain drops began to colour the shingle path and the sky so blue before of the sky had began to darken. " Battleship Grey, " thought Mandy.
She rememberd her Father spraying the walls of her and her sister, Tori' s bedroom, " Battleship Grey " Causing them to have terrifying nightmares ever after and to sneak into their Mum and Dads bed trying not to wake them. Mandy was the oldest by four years. She reached down to Tori and Tori stepped up so they were almost the same age, almost one body, two brains. Except now Mandy's body was betraying her almost childishness.
She mused a while longer, rain drops pattering on to her plastic poncho style raincoat. She needed time, she needed space, she needed to make sense of her feelings. The grey sky reflected her mood.
" Why had she been so quick to want to grow up ", she thought. ? She had heard others say that school days were the best days of your life.
