There are times when you just want to keep walking. That was what was in my mind when I wrote this 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Peace At Last
The white sand stretches for miles, not another soul in sight. By midday everything will be different. These pristine sands will be littered with buckets and spades, half-finished sandcastles and a swathe of scantily clad bodies. For now I’ve only the softly blowing breeze and occasional seagull for company. I leave my clothes in a neat pile, safe from the incoming tide. Shoes first, with socks tucked securely inside, then pants, then shirt. As I approach the water’s edge, the warm water tickles my toes. I feel at peace. I walk out into the sea, never once looking back.