Prompt: 095. visiting the beach

Prompt: 095. visiting the beach

1. Visiting the beach had sounded like a great idea. Unfortunately algae blooms had resulted in the release of some kind of toxin.

A. Visiting the beach had sounded like a great idea. Unfortunately algae blooms had resulted in the release of some kind of toxin. Dead fish and sick sea life abounded, releasing a godawful stink that sent them running back to the car. There would be no enjoying the wonders of sea, surf, and shore.

Forced to change their plans, they consulted a tourist map and decided to spend the first day of their vacation at the farmer’s market twenty miles away. It wasn’t what they’d spent weeks looking forward to, but it was better than being at home.


2. Sitting on the sand with her legs outstretched and her head tipped back as she breathed in the sea air and relaxed.

A. Sitting on the sand with her legs outstretched and her head tipped back as she breathed in the sea air and relaxed. She felt as one with the sea and sky. Delicate traces of wind ghosted against her cheeks and down her neck, stirring the hair left loose around her shoulders.

Her belly was full and contentment radiated through her whole body. It had been a good idea to visit the beach. It was something she’d needed, something that she’d denied herself too long.

Ignoring the Call of the Sea had become second nature. She’d nearly forgotten that in the end she needed the sea to live.

Even resting on a beach joined to the sea was enough to fill her body with energy and life. If she touched those rolling waves… she would shed these human legs and remember the body to which she’d been born.


3. For someone born and raised in the city, visiting the beach was a lifetime event.

A. For someone born and raised in the city, visiting the beach was a lifetime event. Thirty years old, and this was his first time seeing the ocean.

It was beautiful. With the sun shining down and the water a greenish-tinged blue, he felt as though he was standing in one of the seaside photographs his mother had been so proud of. He could almost feel her at his side, a warm and loving presence overflowing with gentle cheer.

It was thoughts of her that had brought him here. A sudden desire to be close to her one more time, even if her physical presence was forever gone.

She was here with him now. He was sure of it.

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